Alexandria gazette & advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1822-1824, 1823-07-29
POETRY.
A rALE-Ey DR.. PERcIvAL.

For ever on her life, and blauch'd away
The roses which had bloom'd so wooingly
And freshly on her laughing lips. Her smile
Grew fainter, and it only spread line
Ola most tender carmine, where the snow
Scarce mad STAN to mark It from the pure
And perfect whiteness of her cheek and brow /;
SO pure, she seem'd hving monument
OF parian marble and the haXen cnrls
That w,v a around ner forehead, and the arch
Darker and brighter bent above that eye,
Which tnroug n long lashes spoke in looks Of
fire,
And was the only elo uence she used
These. and at times a gushing to her cheek,
Like the first flush OF morning, or the faint,
Fa diving purple, when the twilight steals
Into the depth of darkues,-these were all
That told she yet was living, and was not
An image of the Graces, or the shade
o. a departed maiden. which at night
Visits tie silent walks she iov'd, and hangs
Over the grave she water'd till she took
Her last repose beside it.
she had been
The sayest and the love.iest, and mad mov'd
Throug the light dance, ana IN the bendin 5
crowd
OF youns admirers like an infant queen
Proud OF ner innocent beauty. There was one,
Who look d, but spake not 4; and when others
took
Her hand to lead her through the merry hall,
la ste2s ali grace and harmony, he stole
Aside aud wept in anguish. Tie was made
Not for tue place of m,rth, but for the stu
And peacefdi shade of feeling, and of thoughts
Which have their home IN higher souls, y are
Lone and unfriended, and unknown below.
II
70 blend with crowds, but find in one alone,
One larry minister OF soft delights,
And pure as they are tender, that deep joy,
Which none has ever utter'd. Long ne sought
To win her to those CAIN retreats, and give
TO her spirit kindfedto his own,
And lead her 70 the one only love,
The harmony Of thought and wish and life,
The union OF all feelings, whence the deep
T. Nhaustless fountain OF their blended hearts
Flows ever deeper, and has ever more
Of music IN its flow, and more of light
And beauty in Its fulness. Thus he dwelt
On her fresh loneliness, until his hte
Was link d unto her image, and her form
Mingled with every thought, and every spot,
Where the spring looked beautiful, was fll'd
With her pervading presence; but he dar'd
Speak only to the mountain winds her name,
And on IN a whisper.
She had maIk'd
The silent youth, and with beauty's eye
Knew we'll she was beiov'd, and though her
hgnt
And bounding spirit still was wild and gay,
And sporting IN the revel, yet her hours
OF ,oht de were visited by him,
VINO look'd with sucn deep passion. She
too lov'd,
And saw more in his melancholy eye,
And in the delicate form and the still look,
And that high front of intellect, which crown
Features that were all tenderness and love,
Like the lalr shrine of poesy, where thoughts
D i, cit high and solemn, such as from their seat
., glory visit none, bit he great few,
Whose lang ageis immortal-there she saw
More than had charms to win her, than in all
The hight, unmeaning swarm, who tawn d and
dane
And play d tneir tricks in envious rivalry,
Happy TO draw from her one scorntui smile.
Sne low d him with a true and early love,
And WITH her tenderness there was sense
OF awe, when on those magic eyes she gaz' d,
Winch seem'& to look on spirits, not on men.
Still. m her innocent cheerfulness she sought
To lead him from MS solitary ma nts,
And throw bright smiles upon that shaded
brow,
And light that eve to rapture II ON Its deep
And mute abstraction, 30 She laugh'd and
sung,
And call'd nm to the dance; but with 9ush
Of feeling irresistible, he stole
Aside 4nd wept. Again ne sought her ear,
And told her his fond tale. First she look d
cold,
And O. er her forehead curl'd playful trown
Then suddenly, and with few light words,
She scornfIily turn'd from him, and enjoy'o
Ths moment of her triumph--it was short,
For with tirm fix'd look, in which were seen
More thoughts OF grief than anger, he Dire"
back,
And casting one proud farewell glance, tha
tola
There was no after hope, he turn'd away,
And soon was gone an exile, none knew where
Hewander' d to another land, and found
New friends, who sought to cheer him but
weight
Hang on his heart, and would not be remov'd
The feeling OF regret and injury,
The love that Will not perish, and the pride
That ouenches love. but does not make it hate
The fondness that will steal at times and mel
The heart to tears, and then the sudden pans
BY long remembered scorn, which freezes fast
The fountain in lis flow, and leaves the cold
Dim glare Of one, whose only hope is death.
He was in happy regions, and the sky
Above hun was uIoee beautiful its blue
Was higher and inteoser, and it took
The spirit on Journey into Heaven.
And mad. II more than mortal: cool, soft gale:
Stole from peaceful ocean, whose brigh
waves
Rolrd gently on to music, and they blew
Through woven trelllces of all sweet flowers,
And sported round long wreathes OF festoon''
vines
Hung with the gayest blossoms, and Ger beds
That hreatn'd in meilowest airs of balm ant
myrrh.
MpSir was IN those bowers and Beauty there