VOL. II. ON THINK not of it, sweet one, so ;— Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any-any where. Do not look so sad, sweet one, Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop (and only one), Still so pale? then dearest weep; Brighter has it left thine eyes And thy whispering melodies Are more tender still. Yet-as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses; Let us too; but be our dirge S 1817. LINES. 1817. UNFELT, unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying : Those faery lids how sleek! Those lips how moist!—they speak, In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds: Into my fancy's ear Melting a burden dear, How "Love doth know no fullness, and no bounds." True!-tender monitors! I bend unto your laws: This sweetest day for dalliance was born! So, without more ado, I'll feel my heaven anew, For all the blushing of the hasty morn. SONG. 1818. I. HUSH, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! II. No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there On the river,-all's still, and the night's sleepy eye Closes up, and forgets all its Lethean care, Charm'd to death by the drone of the humming And the moon, whether prudish or complaisant, No light in the dusk, no torch in the gloom, But my Isabel's eyes, and her lips pulp'd with bloom. III. Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly-sweet! Full-blown, and such warmth for the morning take, The stock-dove shall hatch his soft twin-eggs and coo, While I kiss to the melody, aching all through! SONG. I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: 1818. O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, Sweet little red feet! why should you die— Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? FAERY SONG. SHED no tear! O, shed no tear! Dry your eyes! Oh! dry your eyes! To ease my breast of melodies Shed no tear. Overhead look overhead! 'Mong the blossoms white and red— Shed no tear! O shed no tear! Adieu, Adieu-I fly, adieu, I vanish in the heaven's blue Adieu, Adieu! |