My mind had lovely shapes pourtray'd; But thought I earth had one Could make ev'n Fancy's visions fade Like stars before the sun? I gaz'd, and felt upon my lips One moment's bliss, one burning kiss, And though as swift as lightning's flash Those tranced moments flew, Not all the waves of time shall wash Their memory from my view. *90 THE LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS. But duly shall my raptured song, And gladly shall my eyes, Still bless this day's return, as long As thou shalt see it rise. SONG. TO THE EVENING STAR. STAR that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free! That send'st it from above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as her's we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape's odours rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, And songs, when toil is done, From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd Curls yellow in the sun. |