STANZAS TO OH! Come to our violet bank, my love, When no breath o'er the wave is creeping; When the moon and the stars shine bright above, And all save ourselves are sleeping. We'll roam where the boughs of the aspen float, They may tell thee thy lover is false, my dear, And sooner or late will leave thee; But I'll swear by the orbs in yon cloudless sphere, That my bosom shall ne'er deceive thee. H Then come, and we'll laugh at the scornful foes, Who could deem that we felt their power; And I'll deck thy brown locks with the loveliest rose That blooms in thy father's bower. And we'll gaze on the stars in the deep-blue air, And we'll fancy that those whom we lov'd are there, Then come to our violet bank, my love, STANZAS TO LADY! forgive the useless sigh, Forgive the light and aimless song, Which swears that thine's the brightest eye That ever beam'd in beauty's throng. Thou know'st not, and thou canst not know, Still must I be content to meet, And gaze upon thee in the dance; Where glittering forms with fairy feet, Yet when I gaz'd upon thy face, And met thy mildly-beaming eye; Methought therein mine own could trace A glance of speechless sympathy. Perchance 'twas vain-and yet that look, Hath taught my aching heart to brook Lady! farewell-in happier days My heart may dare to breathe its sighs; Till then-forgive these useless lays, Forget-do all things but despise! |