And if to that phantom you'll be kind, Down at your feet, in the pale moonlight, He'll kneel, with a warmth of devotionAn ardor, of which such an innocent sprite You'd scarcely believe had a notion. What other thoughts and events may arise, As in destiny's book I've not seen them, Must only be left to the stars and your eyes To settle, ere morning, between them. "A TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted, "Oh' ever," she cried, "could I think of enshrining An image, whose looks are so joyless and dim;But yon little god, upon roses reclining, We'll make, if you please, Sir, a Friendship of him So the bargain was struck; with the little god laden She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove: "Farewell," said the sculptor, "you 're not the first maiden Who came but for Friendship and took away Love." 29* |