 | My Mind and its Thoughts, in Sketches, Fragments, and Essays |  |
SUCCESSFUL LOVER.
To these joyful eyes restoring
All thy person's countless charms,
Say, shall fancy, still deploring,
Vex thee with her vain alarms.
All thy person's countless charms,
Say, shall fancy, still deploring,
Vex thee with her vain alarms.
Wayward fancy, ever dreaming,
Saw that heaven which circles thee,
For a sordid rival beaming,
With delight's insanity.
Saw that heaven which circles thee,
For a sordid rival beaming,
With delight's insanity.
Now beheld thee coldly wandering,
Ever changing—still the same—
On some dangerous passion pondering,
Kindled by its transient flame.
Ever changing—still the same—
On some dangerous passion pondering,
Kindled by its transient flame.
Vain the fear, and weak the grieving,
Since those softened eyes declare,
All, in truth that's worth believing,
Lives and speaks devotion there.
Since those softened eyes declare,
All, in truth that's worth believing,
Lives and speaks devotion there.
Never more that truth suspecting,
All my passioned soul is thine.
And the wondering world neglecting,
Thou, in beauty's blush, art mine.
All my passioned soul is thine.
And the wondering world neglecting,
Thou, in beauty's blush, art mine.
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