Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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A Dialogue.
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LXXII.
A Dialogue.
POET.Anna, forgive me, you have touched a chord
Makes soft sensations vibrate, and recalls
Your ponderer to his senses. Yes, my love,
I do prefer thy sweet society
To all that books or study can impart;
But well thou knowest, when a poet's fancy
Wakens a train of thought, 'twill sometimes chase it
Till both are lost. One reconciling kiss!—
It renovates affection's early bloom,
And brings us back our youth. Well do I mind
The first you ever gave me. Dost thou mind
How very dark the night was when we lay
In th' corner of the park? 'Twas then you first
Patted my cheek with your soft thrilling hand,
And said your heart would never, never find
One who would love you better; and your lips
Sought mine, to ratify with love's sweet seal
Your early vow. Dear maid, that was an hour
Grav'd deeply in the tablet of remembrance.
D'ye recollect this, love?
ANNA.
How could I be so while your fond warm lips
Remind me of the days you won my heart
Among sweet Crawick woodlands! Thus, aye thus,
In her lone hours thy Anna comes to thee,
And finds thy faithful bosom still a home.
POET.
And well you may, my kind, caressing maid.
How often have I wished in long, long years,
When I was parted far away from you
In the south's sunny climates! oh! how oft
Has my lone spirit sighed for such an hour,
And such a friend! Blest be the happy day
That first we met! You've shed over my life
Floods of o'erflowing happiness. The world
Has few that ever were so blest as we.
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