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,
Each leaf with the dew bespangled;

Where the nightingale pours its softest note,
And the vine with the rose is tangled.

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
That my

cloudless sphere,

bosom shall ne'er deceive thee.

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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,
Each pang from the heart beguiling;

And we'll fancy that those whom we lov'd are there,
On the friends of their childhood smiling.

Then 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.

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,
From whom this idle strain proceeds;
The heart from whom its numbers flow,
In silence loves, in silence bleeds.

Still must I be content to meet,

And gaze upon thee in the dance;

Where glittering forms with fairy feet,
Like moonbeams on the water, glance.

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,

So soft, so beautifully kind,

Hath taught my aching heart to brook

Th' unfeeling coldness of mankind.

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!