THE SALE OF LOVES. I DREAMT that, in the Paphian groves, While some were full in feather; Come buy my Loves, Ye dames and rose-lipp'd misses !— The cost is light, For the coin of this isle is kisses. First Cloris came, with looks sedate, cr I buy," quoth she "my Love by weight, A light little Love that will last to-day.-- Come buy my Loves, Come buy my Loves, Ye dames and rose-lipp'd misses There's some will keep, Some light and cheap, At from ten to twenty kisses. The learned Prue took a pert young thing, To divert her virgin Muse with, And pluck sometimes a quill from his wing, To indite her billet-doux with. Poor Cloe would give for a well-fledg'd pair And Tabitha begged, old toothless fair, But one was left, when Susan came, At sight of her dear looks of shame, But kisses were not enough for him, Good-by, my Loves, 'Twould make you smile to've seen us First trade for this Sweet child of bliss, And then nurse the boy between us. TO ROSA. WRITTEN DURING ILLNESS. THE wisest soul, by anguish torn, Will soon unlearn the lore it knew; And when the shrining casket's worn, The gem within will tarnish too. But love's an essence of the soul, Which sinks not with this chain of clay; Which throbs beyond the chill control Of with'ring pain or pale decay. And surely, when the touch of Death Oh Rosa, when, to seek its sphere, My soul shall leave this orb of men, That love which form'd its treasure here, Shall be its best of treasures then! And as, in fabled dreams of old, Some air-born genius, child of time, Presided o'er each star that roll'd, And track'd it through its path sublime; So thou, fair planet, not unled, Shalt through thy mortal orbit stray; Thy lover's shade, to thee still wed, Let other spirits range the sky, And play around each starry gem; And when that heart shall cease to beat, THE darkness that hung upon Willumberg's walls Though the valleys were brighten'd by many a beam, Oh! when shall this horrible darkness disperse!" 'It can never dispel," said the wizard of verse, Till the bright star of chivalry sinks in the wave!" And who was the bright star of chivalry then? Who could be but Reuben, the flow'r of the age? For Reuben was first in the combat of men, For Willumberg's daughter his young heart had beat,-- That hero could smile at the terrors of death, When he felt that he died for the sire of his Rose; How strangely the order of destiny falls- All, all but the soul of the maid was in light, There sorrow and terror lay gloomy and blank ; Oft, oft did she pause for the toll of the bell, Long, long did she gaze on the watery swell, And saw but the foam of the white billow there. And often as midnight its veil would undraw, As she look'd at the light of the moon in the stream, She thought 'twas his helmet of silver she saw, As the curl of the surge glitter'd high in the bean. And now the third night was begemming the sky; When, hark!—'twas the bell that came deep in the wind' She startled, and saw, through the glimmering shade, She knew 'twas her love, though his cheek was decay'd Was this what the Seer of the Cave had foretold? |