Stanzas Can you keep the bee from ranging, In the knot there's no untying. 475 Thomas Campbell [1777-1844] STANZAS COULD Love for ever Run like a river, And Time's endeavor Be tried in vain- We'd hug the chain. And, formed for flying, Love plumes his wing; Then for this reason But let that season When lovers parted And, all hopes thwarted, Expect to die; For whom they sigh! They pluck Love's feather From out his wing He'll stay for ever, But sadly shiver Without his plumage, When past the Spring. Like Chiefs of Faction, His life is action A formal paction That curbs his reign, Obscures his glory, Despot no more, he Such territory Quits with disdain. Love brooks not a Wait not, fond lover! Till years are over, And then recover, As from a dream. While each bewailing All hideous seem- Love's reign is finishedThen part in friendship,And bid good-night. So shall Affection To recollection The dear connection They Speak O' Wiles" Bring back with joy: The same fond faces As through the past; True, separations Ask more than patience; What desperations From such have risen! But yet remaining, What is't but chaining Hearts which, once waning, Beat 'gainst their prison? Time can but cloy love, Is but for boys— Wear out your joys. 477 George Gordon Byron [1788-1824] "THEY SPEAK O' WILES" THEY speak o' wiles in woman's smiles, An' ruin in her ee; I ken they bring a pang at whiles That's unco' sair to dree; But mind ye this, the half-ta'en kiss, Is, heaven kens, fu' sweet amends, When two leal hearts in fondness meet, Life's tempests howl in vain; The very tears o' love are sweet Shall hapless prudence shake its pow? Oh, dinna, dinna droun the lowe That lights a heaven here! William Thom [1798?-1848] "LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY" OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves, Over rocks that are steepest, Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie, For receipt of a fly, Where the midge dares not venture, You may esteem him A child for his might, Or you may deem him A coward from his flight: A Woman's Shortcomings But if she whom Love doth honor Some think to lose him, By having him confined, You may train the eagle Or you may inveigle The phoenix of the east; The tiger, ye may move her But you'll ne'er stop a lover He will find out the way. 479 Unknown A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS SHE has laughed as softly as if she sighed, Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried- They "give her time"; for her soul must slip She trembles her fan in a sweetness dumb, |