Yet shall not these one hope destroy, A Father's heart is thine, my Boy ! Why, let the world unfeeling frown, Must I fond Nature's claim disown? - Ah, no- though moralists reprove, Oh, 't will be sweet in thee to trace, Although so young thy heedless sire, SONG 20 30 [First published in the Edition of 1898 from a manuscript in the possession of the Earl of Lovelace.] BREEZE of the night in gentler sighs More softly murmur o'er the pillow; For Slumber seals my Fanny's eyes, And Peace must never shun her pillow. Or breathe those sweet Eolian strains Stolen from celestial spheres above, To charm her ear while some remains, And soothe her soul to dreams of love. But Breeze of night again forbear, To lift those auburn locks on high. Chill is thy Breath thou breeze of night! Blest be that lip and azure eye! Sweet Fanny, hallow'd be thy Sleep! Those lips shall never vent a sigh, Those eyes may never wake to weep. February 23, 1808. TO HARRIET [First published in Edition of 1898 from a manuscript in possession of Mr. Murray.] HARRIET! To see such Circumspection In Ladies I have no objection Concerning what they read; An ancient Maid's a sage adviser, Like her, you will be much the wiser, In word, as well as Deed. But Harriet, I don't wish to flatter, If other Ladies when they preach, 'FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER' FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky. These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, I only feel-Farewell! - Farewell! 'BRIGHT BE THE PLACE OF THY SOUL' BRIGHT be the place of thy soul ! On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be; "THERE WAS A TIME, I NEED NOT NAME' THERE was a time, I need not name, And from that hour when first thy tongue None, none hath sunk so deep as thisTo think how all that love hath flown; Transient as every faithless kiss, But transient in thy breast alone. And yet my heart some solace knew, Yes; my adored, yet most unkind! Though thou wilt never love again, To me 't is doubly sweet to find Remembrance of that love remain. Yes! 't is a glorious thought to me, Thou hast been dearly, solely mine. 'AND WILT THOU WEEP WHEN I AM LOW?' AND wilt thou weep when I am low? I would not give that bosom pain. My heart is sad, my hopes are gone, Wilt sigh above my place of rest. And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace To know thy heart hath felt for mine. 20 And then those pensive eyes would close, I dreamt last night our love return'd, Then tell me not, remind me not, 30 |