She ne'er shall hear again the song
Of merry birds in Spring,
Nor roam the flowery braes among
In the year's young blossoming;.

Nor longer in the lingering light
Of summer's eve shall we,
Locked hand in hand, together sit
Beneath the greenwood tree.

'Tis therefore that I dread to see
The glowing summer sun,
And balmy blossoms on the tree
Unfolding one by one.

They speak of things that once have been,

But never more can be:

And earth all decked in smiles again.

Is still a waste to me.

SHE NEVER BLAM'D HIM, NEVER!

SHE never blam'd him, never;

But received him when he came,

With a welcome kind as ever,
And she tried to look the same-

But vainly she dissembled,
For when'er she tried to smile,

A tear unbidden trembled

In her blue eye all the while.

She knew that she was dying,
And she dreaded not her doom:
She never thought of sighing,

O'er her beauty's blighted bloom-
She knew her cheek was alter'd,
And she knew her eye was dim;.
But her sweet voice only falter'd,
When she spoke of losing him,

'Tis true that he had lur'd her
From the isle where she was born;

'Tis true he had inur'd her

To the cold world's cruel scorn

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But yet she never blam'd him,
For the anguish she had known;
And tho' she seldom nam'd him,

Yet she thought of him alone.

She sigh'd when he caress'd her,

For she knew that they must part; She spoke not when he press'd her, To his young and panting heartThe banners wav'd around her,

And she heard the bugle's sound; They pass'd, and strangers found her Cold and lifeless on the ground.

NO JOY WITHOUT MY LOVE.

If not with thee I'm blest,

In vain I twine the bower;

If not to deck thy breast,

In vain I wreath the flower.

Such scenes as these no joys can prove, On earth, no joy without my love.

Awaken'd by the genial year,

The warblers trill their lay; The verdant fields bedeck'd appear With all the sweets of May. Such scenes as these no joys can prove,

On earth, no joys without my love.

FAREWELL, LOVE.

WILT thou say farewell, love,

And from Rosa part?

Rosa's tears will tell, love,

The anguish of her heart.

I'll still be thine and thou'lt be mine,
I'll love thee though we sever,
Oh, say can I e'er cease to sigh,
Or cease to love! No, never!

Wilt thou think of me, love,
When thou art far away?
Oh! I'll think of thee, love,
Never, never stray !

I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine,
I'll love thee, though we sever,
Oh! say can I e'er cease to sigh,
Or cease to love? No, never!

Let not others' wile, love,

Thy ardent heart betray,
Remember Rosa's smile, love,
Rosa's far away.

I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine,
I'll love thee, though we sever,
Oh! say can I e'er cease to sigh,
Or cease to love? No, never!

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A WEARY LOT IS THINE.

A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!

To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine.

A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,
A feather of the blue,

A doublet of the Lincoln green,

No more of me you know,

No more of me you know.

My love!

"This morn, merry June, I trow,

The rose is budding fain;

But she shall bloom in winter snow,
Ere we two meet again."-

He turned his charger as he spake,
Upon the river's shore;

IIe gave his bridle reins a shake,

Said, "Adieu for evermore,

And adieu for evermore."

'My love 1

SYMPATHY.

IN these I bear so dear a part,

By love so firm am thine,
That each affection of the heart,
By sympathy is mine.

When thou art griev'd, I grieve no less,
My joys by thine are known;

And every good thou wouldst possess,
Becomes in wish my own.

SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT.

SHE was a phantom of delight,

When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit yet a woman too!

Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;

A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly plann'd,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.

YOU ASK ME, SWEET MAID.

You ask me, sweet maid, if my vows are sincere,
And call for some proof of my love;

Still doubting my passion, I see but too clear-
But, pr'ythee, such fancies remove :

Or if, as you say, lovers' vows are but breath,
O set me some task to perform!

And I'll brave it, tho' circled by peril or death,
And smile as I buffet the storm:

But this, this, believe me, can poorly express
How truly, how dearly I love thee.

Nay, bid me some action or enterprise dare,
That men, though the boldest, would shun;
And whether by water, earth, fire, or air,
I'll do it, if 'tis to be done.

And if still a doubt in thy fancy remains,
Injurious to love and to me,

O fetter me more, if you can, with your chains!
Nor ever-oh, no!-set me free.

But this, this, believe me, can poorly express
How truly, how dearly I love thee.

O let my fond vows some favour obtain,
And pleasure succeed to my toil!

Accept them, dear girl! and, to banish my pain,
O crown the kind words with a smile!
Ah, yes, for there's surely a pleasure divine
In the smile of the girl we adore—

A promise so soft that no words can define;

It

says that your doubts are no more;

That now you believe-what no words can express

How truly, how dearly I love thee.

STANZAS.

Sent to a Lady after reading some beautiful Verses which she had written, complaining of a Disappointment in Love.

HAS then each dream of hope departed

From the soft shelter of my breast,

Fled from a maid so gentle-hearted,
And left thee void of rosy rest?