And rose, and, with a silent grace Approaching, press'd you heart to heart' And I was young-too young to wed: | She spoke at large of many things, me; And turning look'd upon your face, Ah, well-but sing the foolish song 160 A pensive pair, and you were gay by. And now those vivid hours are gone, Like mine own life to me thou art, Where Past and Present, wound in one, Do make a garland for the heart; So sing that other song I made, Half-anger'd with my happy lot, 200 The day, when in the chestnut shade I found the blue forget-me-not. Love that hath us in the net, Love is hurt with jar and fret; 210 Look thro' mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round my true heart thine arms entwine; My other dearer life in life, Look thro' my very soul with thine! Untouch'd with any shade of years, May those kind eyes for ever dwell! |