I FOUND her not-the chamber seem'd It felt as if her lips had shed Of melodies which had been there! I saw the web, which, all the day, And I could trace the hallow'd print And Love himself had stamp'd the form! Oh, NEA! NEA! where wert thou? A KISS A L'ANTIQUE. BEHOLD, my love, the curious gem Some fair Athenian girl, perhaps, Upon her hand this gem display'd, Nor thought that time's eternal lapse Should see it grace a lovelier maid! Look, darling, what a sweet design! The more we gaze, it charms the more : Come,-closer bring that cheek to mine, And trace with me its beauties o'er. Thou seest, it is a simple youth By some enamour'd nymph embraced— Look, NEA, love! and say, in sooth, It seems in careless play to lie, * The one so fond and faintly loath, The other yielding slow to joy— Oh, rare indeed, but blissful both! Imagine, love, that I am he, And just as warm as he is chilling ; Imagine too that thou art she, But quite as cold as she is willing: So may we try the graceful way In which their gentle arms are twined, And thus, like her, my hand I lay Upon thy wreathed hair behind : * Somewhat like the symplegma of Cupid and Psyche at Florence, in which the position of Pysche's hand is finely expressive of affection. See the Museum Florentinum, tom. ii. tab. 43. 44. I know of very few subjects in which poetry could be more interestingly employed, than in illustrating some of the ancient statues and gems. And thus I feel thee breathing sweet, λιβανοτω εικασεν, ότι απολλυμένον ευφραίνει. ARISTOT. Rhetor. lib. iii. cap. 4. THERE's not a look, a word of thine My soul hath e'er forgot; Thou ne'er hast bid a ringlet shine, Nor given thy locks one graceful twine, There never yet a murmur fell Ah! that I could, at once, forget To die were sweeter, than to let The loved remembrance go! |