"I go," said Love, "to sail awhile And then so sweet his parting smile, She linger'd there till evening's beam And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream, At length a sail appears in sight, And tow'rd the maiden moves! 'Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright His golden bark reflects the light, But ah! it is not Love's. Another sail-'twas Friendship show'd And calm the light that lamp bestow'd; Now fast around the sea and shore Night threw her darkling chain ; The sunny sails were seen no more, Hope's morning dreams of bliss were o'er,Love never came again. Should those lips as now respond When their accents seem most fond, Make what hearts thou wilt thy own, Fix their charmed thoughts alone, FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE! (SICILIAN AIR.) FARE thee well, thou lovely one: Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell, But eyes that acted truth so well Were sure to be believed. Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Yet those eyes look constant still, True as stars they keep their light; The blame of falsehood lies; Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er. IF IN LOVING, SINGING. IF in loving, singing, night and day Like atoms dancing in the beam, How brilliant, thoughtless, side by side, No day-flies ever danc'd so light, Nor summer blossoms mix'd their sigh HOPE comes again, to this heart long a stranger, Long, long, in sorrow, too deep for repining, Fly then, ye visions, that Hope would shed o'er me; + In garb, then, resembling "Now, now, while there hover ""Twill waft thee safe over WHEN ABROAD IN THE WORLD. WHEN abroad in the world thou appearest, They pass, one by one, Like waves of the sea, That say to the Sun, See, how fair we can be.” But where's the light like thine, In sun or shade to shine ? No-no, 'mong them all, there is nothing like thee, Oft, of old, without farewell or warning, But, no matter what shroud Around her might be, Yes, yes, 'mong them all, there is nothing like thee, GO, THEN-TIS VAIN. (SICILIAN AIR.) Go, then-'tis vain to hover "Twas sweet-'twas false-'tis fled! Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness Too plain, alas! my doom is spoken, Nor canst thou veil the sad truth o'er; Thy heart is chang'd, thy vow is broken, Though kindly still those eyes behold me, The smile is gone, which once they wore; 'Tis not the same-thou lov'st no more. ร |