DONNE.

Bright visions of my sprightlier youthful days, With sunny gleams of answering friendliness, Thou brought’st me, maiden, in delightful ways, In conversation, letters, frank address; And these attractions did me so possess, The moments all were thine, and thou in sight By day’s engagements, and in dreams by night. Wished I the spell dissolved, or ever less? Ne’er may advancing years remove one tint From memory’s tablet of that happy time; And if thus tamely that romance I hint, Forgive my poor endeavor in this rhyme, Nor warrant give me now, my cherished friend, To add the more, lest I the more offend.