STARLIGHT RECOLLECTIONS. 'Twas night. In the woodland alone As you said you would ever be mine; And I promised to love, dearest maid, And worship alone at your shrine. Your love on my heart gently fell Whose bosoms with gratitude swell, And I knew by the glow on your cheek, No And the rapture you could not control, power had language to speak The faith or content of your soul. I love you as none ever loved, As the steel to the star I am true; And I, dearest maiden, have proved That none ever loved me but you. Till memory loses her power, Or the sands of my being have run, I'll remember the star-lighted hour, That mingled two hearts into one. E RHYME AND REASON. AN APOLOGUE. Two children, in the olden time, In Flora's primrose season, Were born. The name of one was Rhyme, That of the other Reason. And both were beautiful and fair, And pure as mountain stream and air. As the boys together grew, Grief or care they never knew See them roaming, hand in hand, The pride of all the choral band. Musick with harp of golden strings, Airy sprites on radiant wings, Joined the muses' thrilling song, As Rhyme and Reason pass'd along. But the scene was changed-the boys Left their native soil Rhyme's pursuit was idle joys, Soon Rhyme was starving in a ditch, Since that dark and fatal hour, When the brothers parted, Reason has had wealth and power Rhyme's poor and broken-hearted! And now, or bright or stormy weather, They twain are seldom seen together. WEARIES MY LOVE OF MY LETTERS? WEARIES my love of Does she my silence command? Sunders she Love's rosy fetters As though they were woven of sand? Indited with many a sigh? Are all her promises broken? Thinks my dear love that I blame her I love her still, even to madness, And bless her through showers of tears! |