1.
When I hear you express an affection so
warm,
Ne’er think, my belov’d,
that I do not believe;
For your lip would the soul of suspicion
disarm,
And your eye beams a ray which
can never deceive.
2.
Yet still, this fond bosom regrets, while
adoring,
That love, like the leaf,
must fall into the sear,
That Age will come on, when Remembrance,
deploring,
Contemplates the scenes of her youth,
with a tear;
3.
That the time must arrive, when, no longer
retaining
Their auburn, those locks
must wave thin to the breeze,
When a few silver hairs of those tresses
remaining,
Prove nature a prey to decay
and disease.
4.
Tis this, my belov’d, which spreads
gloom o’er my features,
Though I ne’er shall
presume to arraign the decree
Which God has proclaim’d as the
fate of his creatures,
In the death which one day
will deprive you of me. [i]
5.
Mistake not, sweet sceptic, the cause
of emotion, [ii]
No doubt can the mind of your
lover invade;
He worships each look with such faithful
devotion,
A smile can enchant, or a
tear can dissuade.
6.
But as death, my belov’d, soon or
late shall o’ertake us,
And our breasts, which alive
with such sympathy glow,
Will sleep in the grave, till the blast
shall awake us,
When calling the dead, in
Earth’s bosom laid low.
7.
Oh! then let us drain, while we may, draughts
of pleasure,
Which from passion, like ours,
must unceasingly flow; [iii]
Let us pass round the cup of Love’s
bliss in full measure,
And quaff the contents as
our nectar below.
1805.
[Footnote 1: [There is no heading in the Quarto.]]
[Footnote i: will deprive me of thee.—[4to]]
[Footnote ii:
No jargon of priests o’er our
union was mutter’d, To rivet the fetters of
husband and wife; By our lips, by our hearts, were
our vows alone utter’d, To perform them, in
full, would ask more than a life.—[4to]]
[Footnote iii: will unceasingly flow.—[4to]]