LYRIC. OH! say, can it be, thou dost wholly forget Can it be that the light of thy life's early dawn That where love, in thy vision of youth brightly shone, In the far-distant clime of the fair, sunny South, Dost thou mind thee no more the dear home of our youth, And the streamlet it's border that laves?— That stream on whose banks we delighted to rove, All the thousand sweet mem'ries of youth and first love, CAN I FORGET? Ah! never!-The rose we may tread in the dust, The HEART-ah! too true! may be false to its trust, The sting of remembrance thou canst not remove- 91 Thou hast cast off thine honour, thy troth-plighted love, Hast thou parted with MEMORY too? CAN I FORGET? CAN I forget?— The bright, the bless'd, the golden-winged hours, rose And the blue violet, sweetest far that blows ;- Ah! no! not yet Those days can I forget! TIME'S TRANSFORMATION. I KNEW―ere I had known yet care— Ah! that was many a year ago !— A maiden, young and very fair, With bosom like the driven snow; While o'er her neck her golden hair Waved with a sunny, graceful flow, Just such as yours-and yet, not so,— You are not she I used to know! Young was she then--but fair fifteen Why then, methinks, that age were you— Her dress, it was a kirtle green, Her bonnet was of azure hue 'Neath which, full often have I seen Peep two sweet eyes of softest blue, Eyes such as yours;-yet sure—not so,—— TIME'S TRANSFORMATION. Her manners were as frank as kind, The Summer's sun ne'er shone upon; To mind me of the friend that's gone; And yet, at times, you seem to be I've sometimes seen you look at me With just such eyes of melting blue; Till I have thought it might be so,-That you are she I used to know! For she was fair-well, so art thou! And still your sunny hair and brow You are not she I used to know! 93 PRIDE AND CONSTANCY. "I love my love!" I LOVE-ah! all too well-a maid, With fond devotion, pure and strong, To her I've given each gentler thought; I've loved her well-I've loved her long, While she-alas! she loves me not; Yet still "I love my love," and I Will love her, ever, till I die! And yet, because "I love my love," Before the now forbidden shrine; |