To make him Nature's playmate. He knows well In most distressful mood (some inward pain Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream) And he beholds the moon, and hush'd at once Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up Sweet Nightingale! once more, my friends! farewell. LEWTI; OR, THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE CHANT. At midnight, by the stream I rov'd To forget the form I lov'd. Image of LEWTI! from my mind The moon was high, the moonlight gleam, And the shadow of a star Heav'd upon Tamaha's stream; But the rock shone brighter far. Image of LEWTI! from my mind I saw a cloud of palest hue, Onward to the moon it pass'd. Till it reach'd the moon at last. And so with many a hope I seek, And with such joy I find my LEWTI; And even so my pale wan cheek Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty! Nay, treach'rous image! leave my mind, If LEWTI never will be kind. The little cloud-it floats away, Away it goes-away so soon! Alas! it has no pow'r to stay: Away it passes from the moon. How mournfully it seems to fly, Ever fading more and more, And now 'tis whiter than before, Nay, treach'rous image! leave my mind- I saw a vapour in the sky, I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud Perhaps the breezes that can fly Have snatch'd aloft the lawny shroud For Maids, as well as Youths, have perish'd E |