Faint is my bounded bliss: nor I refuse To range where daisies open, rivers roll, While prose or song the languid hours amuse, And soothe the fond impatience of my soul. Awhile I'll weave the roofs of jasmine bow'rs, And urge with trivial cares the loitering year; Awhile I'll prune my grove, protect my flow'rs, Then, unlamented, press an early bier! Of those lov'd flowers the lifeless corse may share, The sequent morn shall wake the silvan quire; While the rude hearse conveys me slow away, O Delia cheer'd by thy superior praise, I bless the silent path the Fates decree; Pleas'd, from the list of my inglorious days To raise the moments crown'd with bliss and thee. DESCRIBING THE SORROW OF AN INGENUOUS MIND ON THE MELANCHOLY EVENT OF A LICENTIOUS AMOUR. WHY mourns my friend? why weeps his downcast eye? That eye where mirth, where fancy, us'd to shine; Thy cheerful meads reprove that swelling sigh; Spring ne'er enamell'd fairer meads than thine. Art thou not lodg'd in Fortune's warm embrace? Wert thou not form'd by Nature's partial care ? Bless'd in thy song, and bless'd in every grace That wins the friend, or that enchants the fair! Damon,' said he, thy partial praise restrain; Not Damon's friendship can my peace restore; Alas! his very praise awakes my pain, And my poor wounded bosom bleeds the more. Nor had I bid these vernal sweets farewell. Ah, vices gilded by the rich and gay! "School'd in the science of Love's mazy wiles, I find, I find this rising sob renew'd ; I sigh in shades, and sicken at the sun. "Amid the dreary gloom of night I cry, When will the morn's once pleasing scenes return? Yet what can morn's returning ray supply, But foes that triumph, or but friends that mourn! "Alas! no more that joyous morn appears, That led the tranquil hours of spotless fame; For I have steep'd a father's couch in tears, And ting'd a mother's glowing cheek with shame. "The vocal birds that raise their matin strain, The sportive lambs, increase my pensive moan; All seem to chase me from the cheerful plain, And talk of truth and innocence alone. 6 "If through the garden's flowery tribes I stray, Where bloom the jasmines that could once allure, Hope not to find delight in us,' they say, For we are spotless, Jessy; we are pure.' "Ye flowers! that well reproach a nymph so frail, Say could ye with my virgin fame compare? The brightest bud that scents the vernal gale Was not so fragrant, and was not so fair. "Now the grave old alarm the gentler young, And all my fame's abhor'd contagion flee; Trembles each lip, and falters every tongue, That bids the morn propitious smile on me. "Thus for your sake I shun each human eye, I bid the sweets of blooming youth adieu; To die I languish, but I dread to die, Lest my sad fate should nourish pangs for you. "Raise me from earth; the pains of want remove, And let me, silent, seek some friendly shore; My weeping virtue shall relapse no more. And Pity welcome to my native soil." She spoke-nor was I born of savage race, Nor could these hands a niggard boon assign; Grateful she clasp'd me in a last embrace, And vow'd to waste her life in prayers for mine. 'I saw her foot the lofty bark ascend, I saw her breast with every passion heave ;I left her-torn from every earthly friend; Oh, my hard bosom, which could bear to leave! Brieflet me be: the fatal storm arose ; The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain; |