And thou wilt find one little spot, But lov'd by musing solitude. When o'er that spot thy rays shall stream, That eye, responsive to thy light, Shall tremble with a brighter ray; For well she loves to woo the night, When thou thy crescent dost display. And often, when the young and gay And often shall she thus be seen, Where twines the honeysuckle round. Let then no clouds obscure thy face, For, while to lonely musing given, Then, could the skies a message bear, But how should'st thou my Delia know? For whom I bid my numbers flow, Oh! thou wilt know her, should'st thou spy But though unconscious of her power, And thou wilt know her-for thou oft Oft when thy rays illum'd the dome To meet my love so fair, so true. To tell my tale of love I came: Nor she disdain'd to hear me speak; But sometimes own'd a mutual flame, While night half hid her blushing cheek. And when above the southern tree These times are past,-and prospects drear For now ten times thy radiant horn Since far from Delia, far from love; Lonely and comfortless I rove,- Go! then-and from this troubled breast FAREWEL TO EDINBURGH. Ah who does not love, when the sweet spring is near, We heed not the spring nor the music of morn. Yes! ye are dear to me, maidens of Edinburgh! Ne'er from my heart shall your memory die. But ah! while I think I must leave you to go afar, Sorrow distils the big tear from my eye. O'er the frail bark while the wide billow rolls, Or thro' the thick wood, while around the wolf howls, Far from my friends, in a wild desert land; Then shall I think of you, maidens of Edinburgh, Fruitless regrets in my bosom shall glow; While busy fancy unceasing, shall bid appear Scenes of delight that no more I must know. And when brighter days shall again shed their beams on me, Home and its comforts display'd to my view, Kind love and friendship domestic restor'd to me, Sweet hope adorning my prospects anew; |