Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1839-01-31
POETRY Y.
For the Staunson Spectator.
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lARcaOE' WHO.
HE PANGs OF DEsrIsED Love"
Ere verdant spring return again
10 deck the beauties of The yaIc
S'ern late VIII drive my harque amain
Far distant scenes and chimes 10 hail.
The transient warblers OF thy bowers
90, IN sweetest tones 10 thee will sing,
ne op hIng bloom at gavesi !low'is
10 Thee will balmies, odors bring.
he hopes, the JOYS, the lie, the light
mat through cloudless sky ,lsscs nd
4 ne orc -! day, the gems Of night.
ne singing spheres that gently blend
Their music with our planets chants
Far natures self With ver,iure crowo,d
And all that Can lies bills, enhance
with Lord deligh, will thee surround
iMni these gay scenes thou " il! appear
lhysei', the brightest OF thy race
Ana those fond friends to thee We, dear
In Thy esteem vii! hold a pace.
Ihey'i ask OF thee Thy gentle strains.
ANA thou will glad them with ,hy song-
Around their hearts weave si,ken chains
mat must endure, aias too long.
nus while in natures sweets Won dwell
beioveu ny those who will adore.
aarkiy ride the ioamy swell
10 iina some foreign, friendly shore.
va, Can that heart, which once was warm
Beat coldly for my low ring doom?
When shall! rive in hIack'niny storm
anu SINK 10 my lone wat'ry tomb.
IL IN mat breast one though, he dear
vi all that mcmorY's page contains
Know thou couldst no, calmly hear
mat dark seas roll DER my remains
No hopes beyond, nor joys sought.
FOR thou vert all tho world TO me-
ne onJect OF my sweetest thought,
MY love, my life, were giv'n to ,hee
Ere my sight by thee was blest
huhaied tongues proclaimed Inv fam.
oI' "hen my form inspired my breast.
iound IN thee more than a name
within that lovely form and grace
Encircied, charms subduing bsea,bed
The light that shoue from t,,y fair C,ra
Around my heart loves laure! wrea,bed
Know twas wrong 10 teach my soul
mat thou vert not of earthly moujJ
But heavenly sylph that could control
ne heart That now grows chill and cold
on, "hat an hour remembrance brings,
~ speaks to Inc in silent sish,.
And aEgFava'eS corroding slings
That burn, by what j, now denies.
oh,halcy'n hour--iransirnl joy!
Can survive thy feeling shade,
My iondest bliss bad no alloy.
hoPea these scenes would never fade
ioyed with an impassoned heart.
Yes, Thee once proudly adure,i-
WIN thee II was anguish 10 part,
for ne'er can again be fesroredi
While thus in fair Elysian's bow'r.
lsaw on my horizons verge,
a dark ming storm in ihunders iow'r
That swelied Ger me like oceans surge.
Deep tenor rolled through earth and skv-
My only hope was driv'n agbast,
did but pause TO heave sigh.
And turned 10 shield me from The blast
Ii was thy own iorbid,ling look
80, he lrown that gathered on thai brow.
That told me was now lorsook
And yet, Oh. yet-a plighIed vow!
II were doomed 10 torture, pain
The racks and shocks that curse man'ss;s,e
a pang ne'er should feel again
Like that which now embil,ers fate,
How fondly had pictured forth
My lille, with lair roseate hnes.
he hopes that sprang 10 stately growth
Waved lightly in the evening .!ews.
Bot Ike the tempest n pine
Whose houghs would YET still ereeuIy
The heart in its sad worn decline.
" Ill soon be arr"yed in its gloom
Fair Syren, my false guiding star!
Thy day beam of joy has expired,
Thou hast driven my Torn hope affair."
Destroyed what YOU once had inspired.
Yet 'iwere madness 10 upbral thee.
In melting signs I'll bear the blame,
What 1as my fancy made me s;
What thou art 10 me not The same.
Farewell 10 my happicst day,
Farewell to ihs peace That is fed
The Minstrel has sung his last lay,
His harp on The willow hangs dead
Oh Lara from lice depart,
Over realms and seas shall roam
The shock that has riT'd my Iorn heart
Now drives me from thee and home.
And death in his siernness viii seal
1he doom that cOmpe!s me TO fly
No sling will his lefroTs reveal,
/! thou wOu!dst bu, murnur sigh.
AdieU 10 thy own lovely bow'rs-
Adieu 10 the scenes OF thy bliss
Adieu 10 the lively bright hours,
When | stole from those lips a fond Kiss.
But to thee, Oh Lara, my soul.
kindly farewell ! must give
My feelings ! cannot control,
My sorrows | ne'er can outIiye,
| never shall sec lhee till time