Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
 | I. |
|
 |
|
BY A FRIEND. |
| II. |
 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
129
BY A FRIEND.
I know not whether I am not taking an unwarrantable liberty giving publicity to these stanzas; but their appearance in my volume is a pleasant record of a valuable friendship, and I trust my friend will not be displeased to see his pretty and tender effusion along with his old acquaintances of mine, some of which owe their preservation to his kind opinion of their merits.
I have heard thy sweet voice in the song,
And listen'd with delight—
I've seen thee in the glittering throng,
The fairest 'midst the bright—
I've mark'd thee smile on gallants gay,
And envied them the lot,
While from the crowd I turn'd away,
Alone regarded not.
And listen'd with delight—
I've seen thee in the glittering throng,
The fairest 'midst the bright—
I've mark'd thee smile on gallants gay,
And envied them the lot,
While from the crowd I turn'd away,
Alone regarded not.
Oh, Lady! it were vain, I own,
To hope for charms like thine!
The brow that would beseem a crown
Will frown on love like mine:
That form of light—that heavenly face,
Those eyes of sweetest hue,
Were form'd some kingly throne to grace,
And not for me to sue.
To hope for charms like thine!
The brow that would beseem a crown
Will frown on love like mine:
That form of light—that heavenly face,
Those eyes of sweetest hue,
Were form'd some kingly throne to grace,
And not for me to sue.
Yet, though forbidden by despair
The dream of happier hours—
As once I wreath'd thy sunny hair
With Summer's brightest flowers—
I'll follow still, with love unseen,
Thy smile, thy voice's tone;
My heart shall own no other queen,
But worship thee alone.
The dream of happier hours—
As once I wreath'd thy sunny hair
With Summer's brightest flowers—
130
Thy smile, thy voice's tone;
My heart shall own no other queen,
But worship thee alone.
| Poems by Hartley Coleridge | |