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“ The syren's song Wrecks not the listning sailor half so soon As woman's sigh shipwrecks the heart of man." « Now.can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, Upon the very naked name of Love."
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;
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
My spirit to devotion.
There's been a time my sweetest bliss
Was woman's heart to capture ; There's been a time when woman's kiss
Convuls'd my soul with rapture.
There's been a time when woman's love
Was, no one knows, how pleasant ; There's been a time for all th' above,
And O that time's—the present.
THE WISH !
“ Then swift and gentle as the gentlest dove
“ I have no hope that does not dream of thee-
I wish I were a rose, my love,
That I might braid thy hair;
Upon thy bosom fair.
I wish I were a bird, my love,
And could thy heart engage,
Within my prison-cage!
I wish I were the cup, my love,
From which thou’rt wont to sip,
I'd wish thee often thirsty, love,
That I might kiss thy lip.
I wish I were the breeze, my love,
That woos thy fairy form, No chill should e'er steal o'er thee, love
My sighs should all be warm.
I wish I were an echo, love,
And then no other name
Save “ Agnes,” (which is thine my love,)
These fond lips should proclaim.
I wish I were thy pillow, love,
O heaven! how soft I'd be, That thou with pleasure might, my love,
Thy cheek recline on me.
But most of all, believe me, love,
It were my wish and pride,
And christen thee--my bride!
“ Gentle as if descended from the skies,
And lovely as an angel-form must be,
Amidst the sons of earth stole silently.”
Thou, thou, art life,and all the world to me-
My first, since the crim-con of Eve, has been reckon'd