THE BILLET-DOUX. BY MISS L. E. LANDON. I. YES! sweet letter, I will keep thee Doomed 'mid distant lands to rove; He may find a brighter, better, Never a more faithful love. II. Yet to such vain fear replying, Still my heart, on his relying, For his truth will pledge its own. Ah! the love from childhood cherished Links a sweet and household tie ; If such old affection perished, All life's early hopes must die III. He will think, when summer weather In the greenwood's golden shade. By his native river's side. IV. On some stranger's hearth when gazing Wheresoever thou may'st roam; V. Yes! I see the gliding motion Let my last farewell be heard. VI. Tell him how each morning breathing May St. Geneviève watch o'er him, THE SILENT EVE. BY MISS E. L. MONTAGU. I WOULD the air had something less of calm! To list the heaving of a mortal's sigh! |