. A selection of posthumous poems. p, With magic movement cheers. Then Indian groves appear, with fruit, Delicious—lovely—fair;Or orange bowers, where blossoms shoot In a less sultry air. 45 A thousand faces soft and fair, Glide on before the sight,—Voices, as soft as evening air, jk And forms with lustre bright. * ir^syj^cv^as^^ > sr^oik^^^ 1 Hi 1 3 ON THE PLEASURES OF DREAMING. Then luscious grapes invite the hand, And tempt the longing sight,With bunches in a clustering band, To minister delight. These are the scenes that charm our sleep, If guileless, virtuous, good :Scenes, which oft m
. A selection of posthumous poems. p, With magic movement cheers. Then Indian groves appear, with fruit, Delicious—lovely—fair;Or orange bowers, where blossoms shoot In a less sultry air. 45 A thousand faces soft and fair, Glide on before the sight,—Voices, as soft as evening air, jk And forms with lustre bright. * ir^syj^cv^as^^ > sr^oik^^^ 1 Hi 1 3 ON THE PLEASURES OF DREAMING. Then luscious grapes invite the hand, And tempt the longing sight,With bunches in a clustering band, To minister delight. These are the scenes that charm our sleep, If guileless, virtuous, good :Scenes, which oft make us laugh and weep, Though dimly understood. On earth we live a double life ; One, broad awake by day,—The other, with strange pageants rife, While fancy holds her sway. Yea, Life itself is but a dream Of strange and varied things,And gliding forward on the stream, Old Time the morning brings. Then bursting into boundless day, Beyond the reach of Time,We mingle in Eternity, And hear Heavens music chime. in t i r 0 y I r. THE LOVERS ADIEU. Dear girl, I bid thee sad adieu ! Farewell! my dear, but not for ever;I shall return, unchanged and true, !S And nought again from thee shall faithful heart for thee shall pray,In earnest accents, night and day. Though absent from thy beauteous form, Its image ever present is :I feel thy cheek, and press it warm, And steal from thee the fancied beaming eye, and tender glance,In rapture all my soul entrance. 17 > i ft- y, | j * I think of thy sweet, rosy lips, So lovely formed—more purely sweet, Than where the roving wild-bee sipsHis honied treasure; there they meet, Inglowing beauty—lovely pair ! No other lips eer formed so fair. >j! When I return, love, nuptial bliss Shall cheer our hearts and join our hands,Crowning with joy each ardent wish, In Loves indissoluble then shall sweetly glide along,While Love exults in rapturous song !
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