Far from the weak, appealing cries She hopes, she fears—a light is seen, The baby may be chill'd to death! Perhaps his little eyes are shaded Dim by Death's eternal chill- Thus, when my soul with parting sigh, If parting pain'd thee half so much : I thought, and, oh! forgive the thought, Of fancying what his soul desired? Yes-I did think, in CARA's mind, Though yet to CARA'S mind unknown, I left one infant wish behind, One feeling, which I call'd my own n! Oh blest! though but in fancy blest, To shield and strengthen in thy breast And, many an hour beguiled by pleasure, Perhaps, indifference has not chill'd it, TO CARA, ON THE DAWNING OF A NEW YEAR'S DAY. WHEN midnight came to close the year, We sigh'd to think it thus should take The hours it gave us-hours as dear As sympathy and love could make Their blessed moments! every sun Saw us, my love, more closely one! But, CARA, when the dawn was nigh Which came another year to shed, The smile we caught from eye to eye Told us those moments were not fled; Oh no!-we felt, some future sun Thus may we ever, side by side, We give to hours that vanish o'er us, That Hope shall shed on scenes before us! TO THE INVISIBLE GIRL.* THEY try to persuade me, my dear little sprite, That you are not a daughter of ether and light, Nor have any concern with those fanciful forms That dance upon rainbows and ride upon storms; That, in short, you're a woman; your lip and your breast As mortal as ever were tasted or press'd! * This and the subsequent poem have appeared in the public prints. But I will not believe them-no, Science! to you Oh! who, that has ever had rapture complete, Through the medium refined of a glance or a sigh! Is there one, who but once would not rather have known it, Than written, with HARVEY, whole volumes upon it? I will swear you are one of those spirits that rove And like you, a legitimate child of the spheres, Inhaling for ever your song and your sigh ! of care, I might sometimes converse with my nymph of the air, And turn with disgust from the clamorous crew, To steal in the pauses one whisper from you. Oh! come and be near me, for ever be mine, And oft, at those lingering moments of night, When the heart is weigh'd down and the eyelid is light, You shall come to my pillow and tell me of love, |