So once again, to blend the soul's clear stream! Charm'd would my sense that pleasing view discern, But hope is cold on the presented theme, And her dear hands a darken'd mirror turn. Yet, friends esteem'd, to memory oft ye rise, Bright from the past, as refluent pleasures cheer ; Though ye no more may glad these mortal eyes. Far spent my day, and the long night is near! ΤΟ MISS CATHERINE MALLET. Yer two short days, my Catharine! then no more, Shed from the mind's rich stores; and with the charm Of language accurate, by habit taught Th' ideal train with happiest powers to arm, That rise in swift subservience to each thought, Whether with Reason's strength, or Fancy's radiance fraught. Now damp November's desolating gale Covers the brooks with shrunk and yellow leaves; Nor aught from sway more stern the scene reprieves. Lone wintry sighs in unison ascend With the chill blast which faded Nature grieves. No Expectation tells, with voice benign, That future years shall give her back to me! Thou may'st again behold these turrets shine, These bowers may spread, these meadows bloom for thee, But here no more wilt thou thine Anna see ! Yet not for that shroud those mild eyes in gloom! Set are her heart-dear orbs where no blest mornings come! For thee, loved maid, extracted be each thorn Knowledge and Taste are thine, and bid thee scorn Adored bright Nature in her scenic state, Fed thy clear lamp of Faith from Truth's unclouded ray! Lichfield, Nov. 1805. IMPROMPTU, WRITTEN IN THE BLANK LEAVES OF MISS ANNA BURT'S REPOSITORY OF FRIENDSHIP. BEFORE thine altar, Virtue, ever kneel The maid whose beauty charms the kindling heart! The maid, ordain'd Affection's power to feel, In Nature's truth and in the scorn of Art! Enchanting ANNA, if aright I read, Stands in the level of that cordial prayer; Hers be the rosy and the amaranth wreath, So may her years in placid currents flow, Gay as her smile, and radiant as her eye; Pure as her blush, where those soft colours glow Warm May diffuses in the orient sky! |