LOVELY WOMAN.
SONG XLIII.
1
I've rock'd me on the giddy mast,
Through seas tempestuous foamin;
I've brav'd the toil of mountain storm,
From dawning day till gloamin:
Round the green-bosom'd earth sea swept,
In search of pleasure roamin;
And found the world a wilderness,
Without thee, lovely woman.
2
The farmer reaps the golden fields,
The merchant sweeps the ocean;
The soldiers' steeds gore-fetlock'd snort,
Through warfare's wild commotion:
All combat in eternal toil,
Mirk midnight, day, and gloamin;
To pleasure heaven's divinest gift,
Thee! lovely conquering woman.
3
The savage in the desart dark,
The monster's lair exploring;
The sceptre-swaying prince who rules,
The nations round adoring:
The lonesome laurell'd-templed bard,
Dew-footed at the gloamin,
Melodious wooes the world's ear,
To please thee, lovely woman.
