ASK NOT IF STILL I LOVE. Ask not if still I love, Too plain these eyes have told thee; Too well their tears must prove How near and dear I hold thee. If, where the brightest shine, To see no form but thine, To feel that earth can show No bliss above thee,— If this be love, then know That thus, that thus, I love thee. 'Tis not in pleasure's idle hour That thou can'st know affection's pow'r. No, try its strength in grief or pain; Attempt, as now, its bonds to sever, Thou'lt find true love's a chain That binds for ever! DEAR? YES, DEAR? yes, tho' mine no more, And love, since hope is o'er, But draws thee nearer. Change as thou wilt to me, Yet still, though false, believe That I adore thee, yes, still adore thee. Think'st thou that aught but death could end A tie not falsehood's self can rend? No, when alone, far off I die, No more to see, no more caress thee, Ev'n then, my life's last sigh Shall be to bless thee, yes, still to bless thee. UNBIND THEE, LOVE. UNBIND thee, love, unbind thee, love, From those dark ties unbind thee; Though fairest hand the chain hath wove, Too long its links have twined thee. Away from earth!—thy wings were made In yon mid-sky to hover, With earth beneath their dove-like shade, And heav'n all radiant over. Awake thee, boy, awake thee, boy, And thou may'st from this minute's joy Oh, think, this world is not for thee; Though hard its links to sever ; Though sweet and bright and dear they be, Break, or thou'rt lost for ever. Ev'n when, enwrapped in silvery veils *, Those sunny locks elude the sight, Oh, not ev'n then their glory fails For, thee the Graces still attend, Be what thou wilt,- this heart Adores whate'er thou art! * Αργενναῖς οθονησι κατηορα βοστρυχα κευθεις. |