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With the wayward, flashing flight
And you speak-and bring with you
When you called to me my name,
When I heard your single cry
When you sang the Schwalbenlied, 'Twas absurd,
But it seemed no human note
From a bird.
You have just their eager, quick
"Airs de tête,"
All their flush and fever-heat
Every bird-like nod and beck,
When you left me, only now,
Puffed, and feathered Polish dress, I was spurred
Just to catch you, O my Sweet,
Yet, alas! Love's light you deign But to wear
As the dew upon your plumes,
So I dare not woo you, Sweet,
Lest I lose you in a flash,
As I may;
Did I tell you tender things,
You would shake your sudden wings;You would start from him who sings, And away.
"J'ai vu les mœurs de mon tems, et j'ai publié cette lettre." LA NOUVELLE HÉLOISE
F this should fail, why then I scarcely know
Byron ad lib., a chapter of Rousseau ;—
If this should fail, then tempora mutantur; Style's out of date, and love, as a profession, Acquires no aid from beauty of expression.
"The men who think as I, I fear, are few,"
(Cynics would say 'twere well if they were fewer); "I am not what I seem,”—(indeed, 'tis true;
Though, as a sentiment, it might be newer); "Mine is a soul whose deeper feelings lie More deep than words "—(as these exemplify).
"I will not say when first your beauty's sun
Illumed my life,”—(it needs imagination); "For me to see you and to love were one,”
(This will account for some precipitation); "Let it suffice that worship more devoted Ne'er throbbed," et cætera. The rest is quoted.
"If Love can look with all-prophetic eye,❞—
(Ah, if he could, how many would be single!) "If truly spirit unto spirit cry,'
(The ears of some most terribly must tingle !) "Then I have dreamed you will not turn your face." This next, I think, is more than commonplace.
"Why should we speak, if Love, interpreting,
Forestall the speech with favour found before?
"My fate,—my fortune, I commit to you,'
'Tis true but crude-'twould make her apprehensive);
"Give me the right to stand within the shrine,
Where never yet my faltering feet intruded; "Give me the right to call you wholly mine,"
(That is, Consols and Three-per-Cents included); "To guard your rest from every care that cankers,-To keep your life,"-(and balance at your banker's).