And MEMORY, with a VESTAL's chaste employ, No more your sky-larks melting from the sight Of wood, hill, dale, and sparkling brook between ! Scenes of my Hope! the aching eye ye leave THE ROSE. AS late each flower that sweetest blows Within the petals of a Rose Around his brows a beamy wreath All purple glowed his cheek, beneath, I softly seized the unguarded Power, Nor scared his balmy rest; And placed him, caged within the flower, On Spotless SARA's breast. But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile And stamped his faery feet. Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight He gazed! he thrilled with deep delight! "And O!" he cried-" Of magic kind "What charms this Throne endear! "Some other LOVE let Venus find"I'll fix my empire here." THE KISS. ONE kiss, dear Maid! I said and sighed- Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Yon viewless Wanderer of the vale, Too well those lovely lips disclose O fair! O graceful! bid them prove Well-pleased I hear the whispered " No !” And tempts with feigned dissuasion coy |