Our summer sun may squander Our autumn beam May, like a dream. Of heav'n, die calm away; THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE. (A BUFFO SONG.) THERE'S something strange, I know not what, Come o'er me, Some phantom I've for ever got Before me. I look on high, and in the sky 'Tis shining; On earth, its light with all things bright Seems twining. In vain I try this goblin's spells To sever; Go where I will, it round me dwells For ever. And then what tricks by day and night It plays me; In ev'ry shape the wicked sprite Waylays me. Sometimes like two bright eyes of blue 'Tis glancing; Sometimes like feet, in slippers neat, By whispers round of every sort Never was mortal man, in short, So haunted. WAKE UP, SWEET MELODY. WAKE up, sweet melody! Now is the hour When young and loving hearts Feel most thy pow'r. One note of music, by moonlight's soft ray- Now is the hour When young and loving hearts Ask the fond nightingale, When his sweet flow'r Loves most to hear his song, In her green bow'r? Oh he will tell thee, through summer-nights long, Fondest she lends her whole soul to his song. Then wake up, sweet melody! Now is the hour When young and loving hearts BLACK AND BLUE EYES. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts without caring who feels 'em ; Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em— But the soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em. The black eye may say, By adoring, perhaps, you may move me!" Says, from under its lid, "I love, and am yours, if you love me!" Yes, Fanny! The blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, "I love, and am yours, if you love me!" Come tell me, then, why, In that lovely blue eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover; The only blue pair That ever said " "No" to a lover? THEY met but once, in youth's sweet hour, Hath absence, time, or grief had pow'r They've seen the suns of other skies, On other shores have sought delight; Sweet dream of youth! oh, ne'er again They left so smooth and smiling then, For, Youth, the spell was only thine; From thee alone th' enchantment flows, They met but once,-oh, ne'er again They left so smooth and smiling then, SONG OF HERCULES TO HIS DAUGHTER. "I'VE been, oh, sweet daughter, To fountain and sea, To seek in their water Some bright gem for thee. "The sea-nymph I've courted By bright waterfalls. But sportive or tender, Still sought I, around, That gem, with whose splendour "And see, while I'm speaking, Yon soft light afar;- There floats like a star! In the deep Indian Ocean Then eastward, like lightning, GUESS, GUESS. I LOVE a maid, a mystic maid, Whose form no eyes but mine can see; She comes in light, she comes in shade, And beautiful in both is she. Her shape in dreams I oft behold, And oft she whispers in my ear Then guess, guess, who she, I find the lustre of her brow Come o'er me in my darkest ways; And feel as if her voice, ev'n now, Were echoing far off my lays. There is no scene of joy or woe But she doth gild with influence bright: And shed o'er all so rich a glow, As makes ev'n tears seem full of ligh Then guess, guess, who she, The lady of my love, may be. |