The Arkansas advocate., 1835-12-04
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THE CONFESSIONAL.
BY NIP. WILLIS.

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 BY NIP. WILLIS. thought of thee--I thought of thee, On ocean-many weary night When heaved the long and sullen sea, With only waves and stars in sight. We stole along by isles of balm, We furl'd before the coming gale, We slept amid the breathless calm, We flew beneath the straining sail--- But thou vert lost for years to me, And day and night thought of thee. I thought of thee-I thought of thee, In France--amid the gay saloon, Where eyes as dark as eyes may be, Are many as the leaves in June Where fife is love, and even the air Is pregnant with impassioned thought, And song and dance and music are With one warm meaning only fraught; My halfsnared heart broke lightly free, And, with blush, thought of thee I thought of thee-I thought of thee, In Florence-where the fiery hearts Of Italy are breathed away
 Tn wonders of the deathless arts, Where strays the Contandino down Val d'Arno with a tale of old; ' And life runs over sands of gold; I strayed to lone Fiesole, On many an eve, and thought of thees I thought of thee--I thought of thee, In Rome-when on the Palatine Night left the Cesar's palace free
 To times forgetful foot and mine; Or, on the Coliseum's wall,
 When moonlight touched the lyled stone, Reclining, with thought of all
 That OCT this scene has come and gone--- The shades of Rome would start and flee Unconsciously-I thought of thee. I thought of thee--I thought of thee,
 In Vallombrosa's s holy shade, Where nobles born the friars be,
 By life's rude changes humber made. Here Milton framed his Paradise;
 slept within his very cell; And, as I closed my weary eyes,
 thought the cowl would suit me we'll The clostefs breathed, 1t seemed to me, Of heart s-ease-but thought of thee. I thought of thee--I thought of thee,
 In Venice--on night of June; When, through the city of the sea,
 Like dust of silver slept the moon. Slow turned his oar the gondoller,
 And, as the black barks glided by, The water to my leaning ear
 Bore back the lover's passing sigh It was no place alone to be- thought of thee-I thought of thee. thought of thee-I thought of thee,
 In the Ionian 1sles-when straying With wise Ulysses by the sea-
 Old Homer's songs around me playing : Or, watching the bewtched caiqne,
 That o'er the star-lit waters flew, listened to the helmsmen Greek,
 Who sung the songs that Sappho knew The poets spell, the bark, the sea, All vanished--as thought of thee, thought of thee--I thought of thee,
 In Greece--when rose the Parthenon Majestic oer the Egean sea,
 And heroes with 1t, one by one; When, in the grove of Academe,
 Where Lais and Leontium strayed Discussing Plates mystic theme,
 I lay at noontlde ill the shade The Egean wind, the whispering tree, Had voices-and thought of thee. l thought of thee--I thought of thee,
 In Asia-on the Dardanelles; Where, swiftly as the waters flee,
 Each wave some good old story tells And, seated by the marble tank
 Which sleeps by ilium's ruins old, 1.-The font where peerless Helen drank,
 And Venus laved her locks of gold,) thrilled such classic haunts to see, Yet even here thought of thee. I thought of thee--I thought of thee,
 Where glide the Bosphor's lovely waters, All palace-lined from sea to sea,
 And ever on it's shores the daughters Of the delicious East are seens
 Printing the brink with slippered feet, And oh, those snowy folds between,
 What eyes of heaven your glances meet! Speris of light nc faircr be- Yet--in Stamboul-I thought of thee. Eve thought of thee-I've thought of thee,
 Through change that teaches to forget; Thy face looks up from every sea,
 In every star thine eyes are set; Though rowing beneath Orient skies,
 Whose golden beauty breathes of rest, envy every bird that flies
 Into the far and clouded West: I think of thee--I think of thee! Oh, dearest. hast thou thought of me!
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