I call upon thee! and compel And on thy head I pour the vial Nor to slumber, nor to die, Though thy death shall still seem near To thy wish, but as a fear; Lo! the spell now works around thee, And the clankless chain hath bound thee; O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd-now wither! HINK'ST thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Though keen the grief thy tears exprest, Throbb'd with deep sorrow as thine own. But when our cheeks with anguish glow'd, E The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Thou couldst not feel my burning cheek, Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame; And as thy tongue essay'd to speak, In signs alone it breathed my name. And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, Again, thou best beloved, adieu ! Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret ; Nor let thy mind past joys review,Our only hope is to forget! WHENE'ER I VIEW THOSE LIPS OF THINE. (TO M. S. G.) HENE'ER I view those lips of thine, W Alas! it were unhallow'd bliss. Whene'er I dream of that pure breast, For that would banish its repose. A glance from thy soul-searching eye Yet I conceal my love:-and why? I ne'er have told my love, yet thou To make thy bosom's heaven a hell? No! for thou never canst be mine, By any ties but those divine, Mine, my beloved, thou ne'er shalt be. Then let the secret fire consume, Let it consume, thou shalt not know : With joy I court a certain doom, Rather than spread its guilty glow. I will not ease my tortured heart By driving dove-eyed peace from thine; Rather than such a sting impart, Each thought presumptuous I resign. |