I CHECK'D my sighs,” Antonio cried, At noon reclin'd the stream beside; "A lighter heart my bosom knew, "When last I bade my love adieu! "For she with soften'd smile declar'd, "A gift for me that she prepar'd, "And, ere the closing week should end, "She vow'd the promis'd gift to send. "I mark'd the evening leave the skies, "Less dull, tho' saddened, was the morn, "Cheerless the day, tho' less forlorn ; "At night, with heart consol'd, I thought "That Lucy's gift to-morrow brought. "Morn, noon, and evening circled round, "But I no gift from Lucy found; "Another day my hopes deceiv'd, "No gift from Lucy was receiv'd. "Rise! loitering Sun, and let me see "Cease tuneful Lark, at morn I cried, "Soothe Nightingale, with plaintive strain, "At eve I cried-a lover's pain, "How long must thus my hopes attend? "She means not sure the gift to send ! "Another day, another night, "No gift receiv'd—the changeful light "But yesterday, these Willows near, "I mourn'd a fondness too sincere ; "No gift was come to tell my mind "That Lucy's heart was not unkind. "And now beneath the noontide beam, "Again I watch the passing stream; Cease hapless youth! nor let thy tongue Who ever shall the truth impart? That has so long her gift delay'd. THE DREAM. To MRS. - IN A DANGEROUS ILLNess. Dusan Dream! that hovering in the midnight air, 'd with thy dusky wings my aching head; magination's startled ear, slow bell for bright Eliza dead. Stretch'd on her sable bier, the grave beside, A snow-white shroud her breathless bosom bound, O'er her wan brow its gather'd folds were tied, And loves and graces hung their garlands round. From those closed lips did softest accents flow? Did this closed hand unasking want relieve, Beats not the bell again! heavens do I wake! Dream! to Eliza bend thy airy flight, Go tell my charmer all my tender fears; How love's fond woes alarm the silent night, And steep my pillow with unpitied tears. 8. And tell her, Darwent, as you murmur by, WHEN the soft tear steals silently down from the eye, 2. Ah! it is not to say what will bring to the mind, 3. Thro' the gay scenes of youth the remembrancer strays, 'Till mem❜ry steps back on past pleasures to gaze; Fleeting shades they now seem, that glide silent away, The remains of past hours, and the ghosts of each day. |