And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, Another's wealth: - tame sacrifice To a fond faith! still dost thou pine? Still dost thou hope that greeting hands, Voice, looks, or lips, may answer thy deman Ah! wherefore didst thou build thine hope Of love, or moving thoughts to thee? Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted The glory of the moon is dead; Night's ghosts and dreams have now parted; Thine own soul still is true to thee, But changed to a foul fiend through misery. This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever Dream not to chase; the mad endeavour Would scourge thee to severer pangs. Be as thou art. Thy settled fate, HE cold earth slept below, Above the cold sky shone; And all around, with a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow, The breath of night like death did flow II. The wintry hedge was black, The green grass was not seen, The birds did rest on the bare thorn's breast, Whose roots, beside the pathway track, Had bound their folds o'er many a crack, Which the frost had made between. III. Thine eyes glowed in the glare Of the moon's dying light; As a fenfire's beam on a sluggish stream, Gleams dimly, so the moon shone there, And it yellowed the strings of thy raven hair, That shook in the wind of night. IV. The moon made thy lips pale, beloved — The night did shed on thy dear head Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie Where the bitter breath of the naked sky Feelings of a Republican the Fall of Bonaparte HATED thee, fallen tyrant did groan To think that a most unambit slave, Like thou, shouldst dance and revel on grave Of Liberty. Thou mightst have built throne Where it had stood even now: thou d prefer A frail and bloody pomp which time has sw In fragments towards oblivion. Massacre, For this I prayed, would on thy sleep h crept, Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lu And stifled thee, their minister. I know |