Yes, Peace and Love might build a nest The once fond dreams of young Ambition, And Glory's light should lure in vain, Lest it should lead to Love's perdition; Another light should round me shine, Beloved, from those eyes of thine!' 'Ah, Gilbert! happy should I be This hour to die, lest fate reveal That life can never give a joy Such as the joy that now I feel. Oh! happy! happy! now to die, And go before thee to the sky; Losing, may be, some charm of life, But yet escaping all its strife; And, tching for thy soul above, There to renew more perfect love, Without the pain and tears of this Eternal, never palling bliss!' And more she yet would say, and strives to speak, But warm, fast tears begin to course her cheek, And sobs to choke her; so, reclining still Her head upon his breast, she weeps her fill: And all so lovely in those joyous tears At last she lifts her drooping head, And, with her delicate fingers, dashes The tears away that hang like pearls Upon her soft eyes' silken lashes: Then hand in hand they take their way O'er the green meadow gemmed with dew, That stands beside her cottage door, When next they meet, That time shall never part them more. He's gone! Ah no! he lingers yet, And all her sorrow, who can tell? As gazing on her face he takes His last and passionate farewell? 'One kiss! said he, 'and I depart With thy dear image in my heart: |