"Then come,-thy Arab maid will be "Oh! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought; "As if the very lips and eyes, 16 20 Predestined to have all our sighs, And never be forgot again, Sparkled and spoke before as then! 24 "So came thy every glance and tone, When first on me they breathed and shone; "Then fly with me, if thou hast known Come, if the love thou hast for me "But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break 28 32 36 66 "Believe Me, if those Young Charms Her worshipped image from its base, To give to me the ruined place ;— 'Then, fare thee well!-I 'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine!" There was a pathos in this lay, That even without enchantment's art 40 44 48 Thomas Moore. "BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS " BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, 8 That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose! 1808. 16 Thomas Moore. JENNY KISSED ME JENNY kissed me when we met, Say that health and wealth have missed me; How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall'n year, The Indian Serenade Whose white and sable hours appear So many times do I love thee, dear. How many times do I love again? Of evening rain, Unravell'd from the tumbling main, And threading the eye of a yellow star: So many times do I love again. 1824-5. 1851. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. 14 THE INDIAN SERENADE I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me-who knows how! To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream And the Champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, 1822. As I must on thine, O! beloved as thou art! Oh lift me from the grass! On my lips and eyelids pale. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 16 24 LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY THE Fountains mingle with the River All things by a law divine See the mountains kiss high Heaven 1819. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 16 |