POEMS WRITTEN IN LATER LIFE. Ἔρως ἄει λάληδρος έταιρος. In many ways doth the full heart reveal The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show. To be a Prodigal's favourite-then, worse truth, O Man! that from thy fair and shining vouth WORDSWORTH, The Small Celandine YOUTH AND AGE.* VERSE, a breeze mid blossoms straying, When I was young ?—Ah, woful when! That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I liv'd in't together. Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like; O! the joys, that came down shower-like, Ere I was old. Ere I was old? Ah woful Ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! See Note. Y O Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known, that Thou and I were one, Dew-drops are the gems of morning, That only serves to make us grieve THE EXCHANGE. WE pledged our hearts, my love and I,--- But, oh! I trembled like an aspen. Her father's love she bade me gain; THE ALIENATED MISTRESS: A MADRIGAL. (FROM AN UNFINISHED MELODRAMA.) Lady. If Love be dead, (and you aver it!) Tell me, Bard! where Love lies buried. Poet. Love lies buried where 'twas born: Ah, faithless Nymph! think it no scorn To name thy bosom poor Love's Tomb. And died at length of a decline." |