And there in black soul-jaundiced fit When mountain Surges bellowing deep Then by the Lightning's blaze to mark But Fancy now more gaily sings; Or if awhile she droop her wings, On summer fields she grounds her breast: O mark those smiling tears, that swell And with the sun-beam blend. Blessed visitations from above, When stormy Midnight howling round The tears that tremble down your cheek, And from your heart the sighs that steal How oft, my Love! with shapings sweet I paint the moment, we shall meet! With eager speed I dart I seize you in the vacant air, And fancy, with a Husband's care 'Tis said, on Summer's evening hour Flashes the golden-coloured flower A fair electric flame: And so shall flash my love-charged eye When all the heart's big ecstacy Shoots rapid through the frame! G VOL. I. LINES TO A FRIEND IN ANSWER TO A MELANCHOLY LETTER. AWAY, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh, Yon setting Sun flashes a mournful gleam Wild, as the autumnal gust, the hand of TIME Bears on its wing each hour a load of Fate, The swain, who, lulled by Seine's mild murmurs, led His weary oxen to their nightly shed, Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile There shiv'ring sad beneath the tempest's frown Round his tired limbs to wrap the purple vest; And mixed with nails and beads, an equal jest! Barter for food, the jewels of his crown. |