To D---[1]

1.

In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp A friend, whom death alone could sever; Till envy, with malignant grasp, [i] Detach'd thee from my breast for ever.

2.

True, she has forc'd thee from my breast, Yet, in my heart, thou keep'st thy seat; [ii] There, there, thine image still must rest, Until that heart shall cease to beat.

3.

And, when the grave restores her dead, When life again to dust is given, On thy dear breast I'll lay my head-- Without thee! where would be my Heaven?

February, 1803.

TO CAROLINE. [i]

1.

Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, Which said far more than words can say? [ii]

2.

Though keen the grief thy tears exprest, [iii] When love and hope lay both o'erthrown; Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast Throbb'd, with deep sorrow, as thine own.

3.

But, when our cheeks with anguish glow'd, When thy sweet lips were join'd to mine; The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine.

4.

Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek, Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame, And, as thy tongue essay'd to speak, In sighs alone it breath'd my name.

5.

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, In vain our fate in sighs deplore; Remembrance only can remain, But that, will make us weep the more.

6.

Again, thou best belov'd, adieu! Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret, Nor let thy mind past joys review, Our only hope is, to forget!

1805.