There may be those by others deemed More beautiful than thou; But none to me have ever seemed Yet none to me but thou, may'st be PSYCHE. AN ENGRAVING IN AN ALBUM. BEAUTIFUL PSYCHE!-On that face Mine eyes, enchanted, linger long; Ah! might I thence but steal one grace, And weave it in this idle song! Would God! I think, as on that brow Thus fair, and innocent, and pure! * Psyche-in the Greek signifying the soul. SERENADE. Good night!-Love, good night! Eve over earth her mantle throws, It is the hour for calm repose; Sleep, dearest sleep, thy slumber bless'd, Good night!-Love, good night! Rest, while the gentle moon's bright beam With silvery tint tips wood and stream; And shine the stars, as if to keep Their quiet vigil o'er thy sleep: Good night! good night! Good night!-Love, good night! All blessed spirits ever over Thy couch of slumber gently hover; From every ill and harm to ward thee I THINK OF THEE. I THINK of thee!-at MORN, my love!- While matin-bells do chime, above My soul is sent, to pray-FOR THEE! I think of thee!-at Noon, my love!- To seek again its bower-NEAR THEE! I think of thee!-at EvE, my love!- I think of thee!-at NIGHT, my love!- May all thy dreams be bright, my love! Each gentle slumber bless'd-TO THEE! MY MARY, O! Fu' mony a lassie hae I seen, Her bonny, bright, bewitchin' e'e, Heaven's blue sae far surpasses, O! Titania, there hersel' to see, Wad brak' her lookin'-glasses, O! Her wavy curls o' glossy hair Sae sunny are, and gowden, O! You'd swear the elves and fairies there, Gay revels aye were hauden', O! Her modest grace, her winsome smile, Wad e'en frae Paradise beguile, Or win a saint frae Heaven, O! Mak's o' her charms, ae charming whole, AN IMPROMPTU. Addressed to a young lady who told the writer she had "a delightful dream" about him. AND didst thou dream, fair girl, of me? Yet what thy one stray dream of me, In dreams repeated still at night! |