CONSTANT LOVE.

A Rondeau.

THE

HE pangs of Love my verse inspired,

I languished, all its sweets to prove;
Possessed of her so much admired,
I keenly feel the pangs of Love.

I sighed, as Time slow passed away,
Till gentle Clara was my bride;
And ever since, each passing day

Has been a witness how I've sighed.

Ah cruel fair!-was long my theme;

I deemed that marriage banished care;

It was a vain delusive dream;

For still I cry ah cruel fair !'

Alas! the pain that I endured,

Till linked in wedlock's sacred chain;

The knot was tied-my doubts were cured,

To meet no more—to part for aye!
Alas! the thought my bosom tore!

And still, I think upon the day

When we shall part to meet no more.

O speed the hour, I often cried,

That guides our feet to Hymen's bower!

Now, Death alone can us divide,

And still I cry, O speed the hour!"

TO DARKNESS.

TAPER, cease thy trembling light;

I am sick of all I see;

Come thou raven-pinioned night,
Welcome is thy shade to me.

Thou canst veil the joyous face;

Hide the sports I cannot share; Mirth with all her gambols chase, While I count each hour of care.

Hush the busy hum of men;

Bid the watchful dog be still; Soothe the night-bird in the glen; Silence yonder murmuring rill :

Let the cricket's cheerful note,
Lost in midnight stillness die;
Whispering zephyrs, as they float,
Banished be their softest sigh.

Hush the sky-lark's matin lay;
Sweeter far is balmy sleep!
Echo, 'midst yon ruins gray,

Let her there in silence weep.

Haste, and bring the drowsy god,

His the stillness of the

grave

Dear the magic of his rod,

Let it o'er my temples wave.

!

While he fans my aching head,
On my downy couch reclined,
Gentle slumbers, then may shed
Moon-light haloes o'er the mind.

Haloes, pure as morning's ray,

Sparkling in the chrystal stream,

Soft, as when the star of day

Shoots from heaven his parting beam.

Scenes by early Hope pourtrayed,

May their rainbow tints expand; Haunts where Love and Beauty strayed, Sweet retreats of fairy land.

Sweeter still my dreams may prove,

Lovelier visions floating near;

Gliding from the realms above, Whispering to my watchful ear;

Yes, my ANNA, sainted maid! Leave thy blest abode a while! Thou canst banish midnight shade; Rapture hails thy seraph smile!

Thou hast seen the tears I've shed; Thou hast heard my secret sighs;

Nightly hover o'er my head,

Till we meet above the skies.