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And lightly o'er the living scene
New-born flocks, in rustic dance,
Frisking ply their feeble feet;
The birds his presence greet:
While hope prolongs our happier hour,
Still, where rosy pleasure leads,
See a kindred grief pursue;
The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
See the wretch, that long has tost
And breathe and walk again :
Humble quiet builds her cell,
Near the source whence pleasure flows; She eyes the clear crystalline well,
And tastes it as it goes.
GRAY. (Left unfinished.)
"T is long since we were forced to part, at least it seems so to my grief,
For sorrow wearies us like time, but ah! it brings not time's relief; As in our days of tenderness, before me still she seems to glide; And though my arms are wide as then, yet she will not abide. The day-light and the star-light shine, as if her eyes were in their light,
And whispering in the panting breeze, her love-songs come at lonely night;
While, far away with those less dear, she tries to hide her grief in vain,
For, kind to all while true to me, it pains her to give pain.
I know she never spoke her love, she never breathed a single vow, And yet I'm sure she loved me then, and still doats on me now; For, when we met, her eyes grew glad, and heavy when I left her
And oft she said she'd be most happy as a poor man's bride,
I toiled to win a pleasant home, and make it ready by the spring; The spring is past-what season now my girl unto our home will bring?
I'm sick and weary, very weary-watching, morning, night, and
How long you 're coming-I am dying-will you not come soon?
LET me not to the marriage of true minds
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
NOR rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip
To soothe and satisfy the human ear.
But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime