AT morn, beside yon summer sea, But scarce had noon-tide come, when he And left poor Hope behind "I go," said Love, "to sail awhile. And then so sweet his parting smile, She linger'd there till evening's beam And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream, At length a sail appears in sight, And tow'rd the maiden moves! "Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright Another sail-'twas Friendship show'd Now fast around the sea and shore KEEP THOSE EYES STILL PURELY MINE. KEEP those eyes still purely mine, Though far off I be: When on others most they shine, Then think they're turned on me. Should those lips as now respond When their accents seem most fond, Then think they're breath'd for me. Make what hearts thou wilt thy own, Fix their charmed thoughts alone, FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE! (SICILIAN AIR.) FARE thee well, thou lovely one: Love's sweet life is o'er. Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell, Were sure to be believed. Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Yet those eyes look constant still, True as stars they keep their light; "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 No day-flies ever danc'd so light, Nor summer blossoms mix'd their sigh HOPE COMES AGAIN. HOPE comes again, to this heart long a stranger, Long, long, in sorrow, too deep for repining, Fly then, ye visions, that Hope would shed o'er me; |