Not seldom is the soul depressed For there are woes that wring the breast When Feeling's fount is dry; Sorrows that do not fade with years, Such now as in my bosom swell, Read thou, in this wild word-FAREWELL ! THE KEEPSAKE. Anonymous. OH! know'st thou why, to distance driven, Still, when it meets the musing view, It boots not if the pencil'd rose, "Keep it—yes, keep it for my sake!" On fancy's ear still breathes the sound; Ne'er time the potent charm shall break, Nor loose the spell Affection bound! STANZAS TO Anonymous. OH, lady! I have seen thee often, And now, beside this lamp alone, Why beams that eye so bright to me; Why has❜t not so on others shone,Why were they so unbless'd by thee? Another's eye as dark as thine Hath flash'd a soul perhaps as high; And others' locks as lovely twine On brows would soothe as deep a sigh. As snow-surpassing bosoms heave With words as sweet and tones as swelling, Thee or thine I deem they are not; I'm bound to thee, none can unbind; For all but for thyself I care not, Thyself alone-thy self of mind. Lov'st thou me, loveliest lady! say? Thou dost thou dost-that blessed tear, That blush-oh, tell me!-yet delay, 'Tis what I dare not hope to hear. 306 On such occasions should be civil- The Count was something more than From city or from succour near. And, it may be, a saint or two Theresa's doom I never knew, But he was most enraged lest s” Not seldom is the soul depressed For there are woes that wring the breast Such now as in my bosom swell, THE KEEPSAKE. Anonymous. OH! know'st thou why, to distance driven, Still, when it meets the musing view, It boots not if the pencil'd rose, "Keep it—yes, keep it for my sake!" On fancy's ear still breathes the sound; Ne'er time the potent charm shall break, Nor loose the spell Affection bound! |