But, as I said, her lovely hand he took, Whose taper fingers just returned his touch; That it was lovely would you know ?—pray look At fair Miss Such-an-one's, you love so much, Who has, you think, although you scarce know why, The prettiest little hand beneath the sky! Well! then he looked into her soft blue eye; I strongly am inclined to think, however, Those eyes--fond tell-tales we may not control!Gave back to his that glance of love that never Beams save for one-the chosen of the soul— Though all in those sweet eyes he might see hid I know not-I can state but what he did : He gazed one moment in excess of bliss; Breathed her loved name in low and gentle tone; Impress'd on her sweet lips one burning kiss, And each was plighted unto each alone! Oh! what were words-weak vows of common artTo theirs, the deep BETROTHAL of the Heart! BEAUTY SILENT. REPROVE me not, oh! fair and gentle girl, For that, spell bound, mine eyes upon thy face Too long have lingered ;—deem me not a churl, Nor turn away, to seek some other place Where I may not offend thee by my gaze, Which, charmed by thy wondrous beauty's blaze, Seeks, as 'twould make its final resting there! For thou art, lady, so surpassing fair, That-as if e'en a vision from on high, Before me suddenly did thus appear I can but gaze while the fair vision's nighI have no power to withdraw mine eye! But, as the spell-bound, where the serpent plays, I still must look, though death were in the gaze! Thou smil'st-I am forgiven !—Ah! lady, stay; Th' accusing accents will but fall, like tones Ay! chide me, lady!--lips, whose smile, like thine," Then chide me, lady!-let me hear thy voice! What! tears?-the pearly drops, how fast they come ; Nay, weep not, gentle lady, at my song! Ha!-SIGNS ?-I might have known that thou wast dumb, Or thou hadst never silent been so long! MARY. "I HAVE a passion for the name of MARY," And merely said for sake of spinning rhymes, Save when with truth and honesty it chimes: But sooth to say, the name, I think, is pretty, Alike for country maiden, or for city! MARY!--There's something in the very sound And sweetly full, clear-toned, and without mouthing; And there's another thing that I have found, And well believe, though some may think it nothing; This gentlest name some magic power possesses, Each lovely owner that adorns and blesses! I never knew a MARY yet, but what Freedom from envy, manners without hauteur ; But all the MARY'S I can recollect That I have had acquaintance with in life, Were girls for whom my bosom with respect, If not more tender feeling, has been rife: And hence it strikes me (am I not correct?) That such an one would make a first rate wife! So, when I do, unless all prove contrary, I'll choose me one whose gentle name is MARY! |