NIGHT-SONG. Written at Sea. 'Tis night-my Bark is on the Ocean, No sound I hear, no sight I see, Not e'en the darken'd waves whose motion Still bears me, Fanny, far from thee! But from the misty skies are gleaming Two smiling stars that look, my love! As if thine eyes, though veil'd, were beaming Benignly on me from above. Good night and bless thee, Fanny dearest! Thy thoughts are on the distant deep: Thy Lover there is safe and fearless, For Heaven still guards and guides my track. Nor can my dreaming heart be cheerless, For still to thee 'tis wafted back. "Tis sweet on the benighted billow, To trust in Him whom all adore; The winking stars withdraw their light. Bless thee, my love! good night, good night! THE SONG-VISION. Он, warble not that fearful air! For sweet and sprightly though it be, It wakes in me a deep despair By its unhallow'd gaiety. It was the last my Fanny sung, That breathed from that melodious tongue, From Memory's fount what pleasures past At that one vocal summons flow; Bliss which I vainly thought would last Bliss which but deepens present woe! Where art thou, Fanny! can the tomb Have chill'd that heart so fond and warm, Have turn'd to dust that cheek of bloom Those eyes of light-that angel form? Ah no! the grave resigns its prey: See, see! my Fanny 's sitting there; While on the harp her fingers play There is the smile which ever bless'd The gaze of mine enamour'd eye- She moves them now to sing!-hark, hark! |