To* XX. 1. WELL! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do. 2. Thy husband's blest-and 'twill impart But let them pass-Oh! how my heart 3. When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; But when th' unconscious infant smiled, I kissed it, for its mother's sake. I kissed it, and repressed my sighs But then it had its mother's eyes, And they were all to love and me. 5. Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. 6. I deemed that time, I deemed that pride Had quenched at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart in all, save hope, the same. 7. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crime We met, and not a nerve was shook. 8. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there: One only feeling could'st thou trace; The sullen calmness of despair. 9. Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart be still, or break. XXI. From the Portuguese. In moments to delight devoted, "My life!" with tend'rest tone, you cry; Dear words! on which my heart had doted, If youth could neither fade nor die. To death even hours like these must roll, Ah! then repeat those accents never; Or change" my life!" into " my soul!" Which, like my love, exists for ever. |