"I go," said Love, "to sail awhile
"Across this sunny main,"

And then so sweet his parting smile,
That Hope, who never dreamt of guile,
Believ'd he'd come again.

She linger'd there till evening's beam
Along the waters lay;

And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream,
Oft trac'd his name, which still the stream
As often wash'd away.

At length a sail appears in sight,

And tow'rd the maiden moves!

'Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright His golden bark reflects the light, But ah! it is not Love's.

Another sail-'twas Friendship show'd
Her night-lamp o'er the sea;

And calm the light that lamp bestow'd;
But Love had lights that warmer glow'd,
And where, alas! was he?

Now fast around the sea and shore

Night threw her darkling chain ; The sunny sails were seen no more, Hope's morning dreams of bliss were o'er,Love never came again.

Should those lips as now respond
To sweet minstrelsy,

When their accents seem most fond,
Then think they're breath'd for me.

Make what hearts thou wilt thy own,
If when all on thee

Fix their charmed thoughts alone,
Thou think'st the while on me.

FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!

(SICILIAN AIR.)

FARE thee well, thou lovely one:
Lovely still, but dear no more;
Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell,
Could scarce have thus deceived;

But eyes that acted truth so well

Were sure to be believed.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Yet those eyes look constant still,

True as stars they keep their light;
Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil
Of blushing always bright.
'Tis only on thy changeful heart

The blame of falsehood lies;
Love lives in every other part,
But there, alas! he dies.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

Love's sweet life is o'er.

IF IN LOVING, SINGING.

IF in loving, singing, night and day
We could trifle merrily life away,

Like atoms dancing in the beam,
Like day-flies skimming o'er the stream,
Or summer blossoms, born to sigh
Their sweetness out, and die-

How brilliant, thoughtless, side by side,
Thou and I could make our minutes glide.
No atoms ever glanced so bright,

No day-flies ever danc'd so light,

Nor summer blossoms mix'd their sigh
So close, as thou and I!

HOPE comes again, to this heart long a stranger,
Once more she sings me her flattering strain;
But hush, gentle syren-for, ah, there's less danger
In still suff'ring on, than in hoping again.

Long, long, in sorrow, too deep for repining,
Gloomy, but tranquil, this bosom hath lain;
And joy coming now, like a sudden light shining
O'er eyelids long dark'ned, would bring me but pain.

Fly then, ye visions, that Hope would shed o'er me;
Lost to the future, my sole chance of rest
Now lies not in dreaming of bliss that's before me,
But, ah-in forgetting how once I was blest.

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In garb, then, resembling
Some gay gondolier,
I'll whisper thee, trembling,
"Our bark, love, is near:

"Now, now, while there hover
Those clouds o'er the moon,

""Twill waft thee safe over
"Yon silent Lagoon."

WHEN ABROAD IN THE WORLD.

WHEN abroad in the world thou appearest,
And the young and the lovely are there,
To my heart while of all thou'rt the dearest,
To my eyes thou'rt of all the most fair.

They pass, one by one,

Like waves of the sea,

That say to the Sun,

See, how fair we can be.”

But where's the light like thine,

In sun or shade to shine ?

No-no, 'mong them all, there is nothing like thee,
Nothing like thee.

Oft, of old, without farewell or warning,
Beauty's self used to steal from the skies;
Fling a mist round her head, some fine morning,
And post down to earth in disguise;

But, no matter what shroud

Around her might be,
Men peep'd through the cloud,
And whisper'd, ""Tis She."
So thou, where thousands are,
Shin'st forth the only star,-

Yes, yes, 'mong them all, there is nothing like thee,
Nothing like thee.

GO, THEN-TIS VAIN.

(SICILIAN AIR.)

Go, then-'tis vain to hover
Thus round a hope that's dead;
At length my dream is over;

"Twas sweet-'twas false-'tis fled!
Farewell! since nought it moves thee,
Such truth as mine to see-
Some one, who far less loves thee
Perhaps more bless'd will be.

Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness
New life around me shed;
Farewell, false heart, whose lightness.
Now leaves me death instead.
Go, now, those charms surrender
To some new lover's sigh-
One who, though far less tender,
May be more bless'd than I.

Too plain, alas! my doom is spoken,

Nor canst thou veil the sad truth o'er;

Thy heart is chang'd, thy vow is broken,
Thou lov'st no more-thou lov'st no more.

Though kindly still those eyes behold me,

The smile is gone, which once they wore;
Though fondly still those arms enfold me,

'Tis not the same-thou lov'st no more.

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