WHEN ON THE LIP THE SIGH DELAYS. WHEN on the lip the sigh delays, As if 'twould linger there for ever; When eyes would give the world to gaze, Yet still look down, and venture never; When, though with fairest nymphs we rove, There's one we dream of more than any— If all this is not real love, 'Tis something wond'rous like it, Fanny! To think and ponder, when apart, To see but one bright object move, The only moon, where stars are many— If all this is not downright love, I prithee say what is, my Fanny! When Hope foretells the brightest, best, Though Prudence to the eastward beckons ; When all turns round, below, above, And our own heads the most of anyIf this is not stark, staring love, Then you and I are sages, Fanny. HERE, TAKE MY HEART. HERE, take my heart-'twill be safe in thy keeping, While I go wand'ring o'er land and o'er sea; Smiling or sorrowing, waking or sleeping, What need I care, so my heart is with thee? If, in the race we are destined to run, love, It matters not where I may now be a rover, And there let it lie, growing fonder and fonder For, even should Fortune turn truant to me, Why, let her go—I've a treasure beyond her, As long as my heart's out at int'rest with thee! OH, CALL IT BY SOME BETTER NAME. Он, call it by some better name, Awhile as warm, will set as soon- Imagine something purer far, More free from stain of clay Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are, And if thy lip, for love like this, No mortal word can frame, Go, ask of angels what it is, POOR WOUNDED HEART. POOR wounded heart, farewell! Thou soon wilt reach thy home, Poor wounded heart, farewell! The pain thou'lt feel in breaking Less bitter far will be, Than that long, deadly aching, This life has been to thee. There broken heart, farewell! The pang is o'er The parting pang is o'er; Thou now wilt bleed no more, Poor broken heart, farewell! No rest for thee but dying Like waves, whose strife is past, On death's cold shore thus lying, Thou sleep'st in peace at last Poor broken heart, farewell! |