As loud they shout from either bow, "What, Chesapeake !" "What, Shannon, ho!" Four mighty broadsides swept each deck, As locked in fierce embrace they lie.-p. 18 A Dream. 19 Α' A Dream. VISION cross'd me as I slept, A vision. unallied to pain; And, in my day-dreams, it has kept And, if the soul may never die, It took a form that time may change The cherish'd one of earlier years, Our hearts, and poison'd both with fears. I heard thee speak, and felt the tone What those who part in coldness feel. I almost deem'd it had a tongue That whisper'd love and happiness. 'Tis said, that dreams may herald truth; For what can bring back vanish'd youth, Or love's unshaded hours again? They do but mock us-giving scope To joys, from which we wake and part; And then are lost the hues of hope, The rainbow of the clouded heart. They are the spirits of the past, That haunt the chambers of the mind; Recalling thoughts too sweet to last, And leaving blank despair behind. They are like trees from stranger bowers, Transplanted trees that take no root; Young buds, that never come to flowers; Frail blossoms, that ne'er turn to fruit. They are like wily fiends, who bring I thought we met at silent night, The pleasures of our future home: To words-vain words-no power is given Remonstrance of True Love. Yet, I would not forget thee-no! Though thou hast wither'd hope in me ;-Nor for a world of joys forego The one sweet joy of loving thee. Remonstrance of True Love. TURN, lady, from the faithless flame That mocks me, and usurps my name; I do not fade the youthful bloom; No eyes by me forget to sleep, And only at my bidding beat, Their fate from him they love receive, No fears their tranquil thoughts molest, I only burn on Virtue's shrine, 21 |