CANST THOU FORGET? CANST thou forget, beloved, our first awaking From out the shadowy calms of doubts and dreams, To know Love's perfect sunlight round us breaking, Bathing our beings in its gorgeous gleams Canst thou forget? A sky of rose and gold was o'er us glowing, Then met our soul-tides, thence together flowing, Then kissed our thought-waves, mingling on their way: Canst thou forget? Canst thou forget when first thy loving fingers Canst thou forget? Canst thou forget when every twilight tender, Canst thou forget the childlike heart-outpouring Canst thou forget the last most mournful meeting, Now fluttering faint, grief-wrung, and fear-oppress'd- Canst thou forget, though all Love's spells be broken, And that last gift, Affection's holiest token, Canst thou forget, belov'd one-comes there never Brings she not back the fond hopes fled for ever, While one lost name thrills through thy sleeping breast? Canst thou forget? GRACE GREENWOOD, MOONLIGHT NIGHT. How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, So stainless, that their white and glittering spears So idly, that wrapt Fancy deemeth it A metaphor of Peace,-all form a scene SHELLEY. |