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, I wish I were a bird, my love, I wish I were the cup, my love, From which thou'rt wont to sip, E 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! CHARADE. "Gentle as if descended from the skies, Thou, thou, art life, and all the world to me- My first, since the crim-con of Eve, has been reckon'd Unite them, and O! in that sweet word is given, THE ROSE OF LOVE. "Yes! Iam gay and smiling now, But little dost thou know Is darken'd o'er by woe. The giddy word, the laughing eye, Which would the truth disown, When the world hath left me lone." I'VE lov'd through many a summer's day, In seas of wild delight. Through years of fond and tender bliss, For woman's smiles I've strove, And, true to Venus, still I'll keep The Carnival of Love. [And pr'ythee tell me, who is Love?— The King of bow and dart His empire?—The vast universe— His throne?-Dear woman's heart |