 | [Poems by Halleck in] Fitz-Greene Halleck : An Early Knickerbocker Wit and Poet |  |
[Invitation and Reply]
TO F. G. H.
Our birds sing sweet, our scenes are fairAnd fresh and fragrant is the air,
And Sarah smiles with every grace,
And Catherine wears a pensive face.
And who is here to feel her smile?
What swain can Catherine's griefs beguile?
Can'st thou not come at evening hour
And try at least thy wonted power?
Then far more sweet shall Sarah's smile appear
Nor Catherine think of grief when thou art here.
TO MRS. M. W. H.
Ah, well I know your scenes are fairAnd nature's fairest forms are there—
And do you think I can deny
What e'er you ask so prettily?
Yet much I fear no art of mine
Can lift the grief of Catherine,
And Sarah's smile too oft, I feel,
It leaves a wound that does not heal.
But I'll exert my feeble power
To cheer the lonely evening hour,
And Catherine's sorrows to beguile
I'll share in Sarah's sweetest smile
And all that decks your rural home.
Yes,—yes, with all my heart I'll come.
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