LOVE'S LAST ADIEU. THE roses of love glad the garden of life, Though nurtured 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife, Or prunes them for ever in love's last adieu! In vain with endearments we soothe the sad heart, Still Hope, breathing peace through the grief-swollen breast, Will whisper, "Our meeting we yet may renew: With this dream of deceit half our sorrow's represt, Nor taste we the poison of love's last adieu! Oh! mark you yon pair: in the sunshine of youth, Love twined round their childhood his flowers as they grew; They flourish awhile in the season of truth, Till chilled by the winter of love's last adieu! Sweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue? Yet why do I ask?-to distraction a prey, Thy reason has perished with love's last adieu! Oh! who is yon misanthrope, shunning mankind? Now hate rules a heart which in love's easy chains How he envies the wretch with a soul wrapt in steel! Youth flies, life decays, even hope is o'ercast; No more with love's former devotion we sue: He spreads his young wing, he retires with the blast; The shroud of affection is love's last adieu ! In this life of probation for rapture divine, Astrea declares that some penance is due From him who has worshipped at love's gentle shrine; The atonement is ample in love's last adieu! Who kneels to the god on his altar of light His cypress, the garland of love's last adieu! TO MARION. MARION! why that pensive brow? Some will love, and all admire; While that icy aspect chills us, Nought but cool indifference thrills us. Spite of all thou fain wouldst say, Thy lips but here my modest Muse Her impulse chaste must needs refuse: She blushes, curt'sies, frowns, in short, she Dreads lest the subject should transport me; And flying off in search of reason, Brings prudence back in proper season. די All I shall therefore say (whate'er I think, is neither here nor there), Is, that such lips, of looks endearing, Were formed for better things than sneering: Of soothing compliments divested, Advice at least 's disinterested; Such is my artless song to thee, From all the flow of flattery free; Counsel like mine is as a brother's, My heart is given to some others; That is to say, unskilled to cozen, It shares itself among a dozen. Marion, adieu! oh! pr'ythee slight not This warning, though it may delight not; And, lest my precepts be displeasing To those who think remonstrance teasing, At once I'll tell thee our opinion Concerning woman's soft dominion Howe'er we gaze with admiration On eyes of blue or lips carnation, Howe'er the flowing locks attract us, Howe'er those beauties may distract us, Still fickle, we are prone to rove, These cannot fix our souls to love: It is not too severe a stricture To say they form a pretty picture; But wouldst thou see the secret chain, Which binds us in your humble train, To hail you queens of all creation, Know, in a word, 'tis ANIMATION. TO MARY. OH! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright but mild affection shine, Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine. For thou art formed so heavenly fair, When Nature stamped thy beauteous birth, She feared that, too divine for earth, The skies might claim thee for their own: Therefore, to guard her dearest work, She bade a secret lightning lurk These might the boldest sylph appal, But who can dare thine ardent gaze? "Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven; But they would ne'er permit thee there, Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven. |