FAREWELL TO ITALY "Heart on their lips, soul within their eyes, "An adieu should in utterance die, Or if written, but faintly appear; FAREWELL to thee, Italy-land where the light Farewell to thy grape-trellis'd bowers of bliss- Farewell to thy arbours of fragrance and shade, To pair in, (like dove-nests,) for true-lovers made; Where the gentle are woo'd, and the tender are won. Like the lightning that gilds thy cerulean skies Are the fires that flash from thy dark-daughters' eyes; Like the mingling of lutes, when the breeze wantons by, Is the music that floats on the balm of their sigh. Thou 'rt the clime where young Cupid delights him to rove- Adieu to thy vines, and the nectar they pour- And to those I have sigh'd with-O sweetly farewell! HE gave his plume to the battle-wind, Whilst the red, red bolts were flying; And rais'd his war-cry loud and high, Where the sons of death were dying. All raven-black was his panoply, His barb-steed white as snow; And his lance it danc'd, as if drunk with the blood From the heart-veins of the foe. -“Sir knight, sir knight, it ill befalls, That thou dost ride to the foray; O know'st thou not, through helm and targe, For thee has she left proud hall and bower To fight by her lover's side; And the sad hour's come, when her eyes shall close In the foam of the battle-tide." The shaft is sped-her white bosom 's rent- -They join'd their lips in a cold embrace, And the grave of the knight and his true-love Page WOMAN'S WITCHERIES. "The syren's song Wrecks not the list'ning sailor half so soon "Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, THERE's been a time my pulse beat high, When woman's lip was suing; There's been a time when woman's sigh My signal was for wooing. There's been a time her tears could drown My sorrows in a minute; There's been a time her very frown Had somewhat lovely in it. There's been a time her rosy smile Could light up warm emotion; There's been a time her song could wile |