. Poems . the shutter stieams,And on the hearth the glimmering rush-light dies. iSS TO Ah ! little thought she, when, with Mild delight,By many a torrents shining track she flew,When mountain-glens and caverns full of nightOer her young mind divine enchantment threw, That in her veins a secret horror slept,That her light footsteps should be heard no more,That she should die—nor watched, alas, nor weptBy thee, unconscious of the pangs she bore. Yet round her couch indulgent Fancy drewThe kindred forms her closing eye didst thou stand—there, with the smile she knew;She moved her l
. Poems . the shutter stieams,And on the hearth the glimmering rush-light dies. iSS TO Ah ! little thought she, when, with Mild delight,By many a torrents shining track she flew,When mountain-glens and caverns full of nightOer her young mind divine enchantment threw, That in her veins a secret horror slept,That her light footsteps should be heard no more,That she should die—nor watched, alas, nor weptBy thee, unconscious of the pangs she bore. Yet round her couch indulgent Fancy drewThe kindred forms her closing eye didst thou stand—there, with the smile she knew;She moved her lips to bless thee, and expired. And now to thee she comes; still, still the sameAs in the hours gone unregarded by!To thee, how changed, comes as she ever came;Health on her cheek, and pleasure in her eye! Nor less, less oft, as on that day, lingering, as prophetic of the truth,By the way-side she shed her parting tears—For ever lovely in the light of Youth! * Oh the death of her Sf^t^arti. JtA TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE. 1798. On thee, blest youth, a fathers hand confersThe maid thy eavhest, fondest wishes soft enchantment of the soul is hers;Thine be the joys to firm attachment due. As on she moves with hesitating grace,She wins assurance from his soothing voice;And, with a look the pencil could not trace,Smiles thro her blushes, and confirms the choice. 190 Spare the fiue tremorb of her feehng frame!To thee slie turns—forgive a virgins feais!To thee she turns with surest, tenderest claim;Weakness that charms, reluctance that endears! At each response the sacred ifte her full bosom bursts the unbidden strange mysterious awe the scene inspires;And on her lips the trembling accents die. Cer her fair face what wild emotions play!What lights and shades in sweet confusion blend!Soon shall they fly, glad harbingers of day,And settled sunshine on her soul descend! Ah soon, thine own confest, ecstatic thought!That hand sha
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