Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1851-05-09
[Erom tho Raliimnrn Patriot.

HE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A LovE-DRE
'aled in confidence, and inscribed Nth affection 4
BY J. E. Y.
then sec Queen Nab hath been with YOU Shake.
My dearest Net, since first we met,
thought meier could love.
But since I've seen thy fairy mein,
I've changed my mind, my dove
But thou arr flown, and Pm alone,
A bird without mate,
Oh would ere had aught thy eye
Thy star had crossed my fate.
But even that fate do not hate,
think Of that bright star
That shot along amidst the throng,
And shone the brightest lar;
That far upon my pathway shone
And mingled light with love,
But thou art flown, and Pm alone
My gentle, fleeing doye
Thou art star, Tve said, affair."
The brightest of the throng
But then, my love. Pve called thee dove,
To mate thee with my song;
Think not if have called on high,
To find star for thee,
That earth should not in all my lot
Find something dear to me!
For must now entwine the brow,
That dazzles in the light,
With Jewels crowned and ringlets bound,
Upon that festive night,
Yes I entwine, while ruby wine
Shall round the feasters pass,
And catch with rhyme the fleeing time,
That dips each sparkling glass!
But then my strain is very vain,
pve lost all hope tonight,
To soar afar towards that STAR
That gfters in my sight;
All ! in my sight! but such fight
My wings will never reach,
For thou art flown, and Pm alone,
Upon this lonely beach!
Wilt thou not bring upon thy wing,
Some soothing, healing art,
To comfort me ere will be
Beyond all hope in heart2
The festive night saw thy light,
Is with my eyelids yet,
But thou art flown, and Pm alone
My Heeting, brilliant Net!
Yes! brilliant all but what pail
Thoust thrown upon my way
Thy very light has made night
OF me, without day
But thou wilt bring upon thy wing
Some soothing healing art,
Whose magic sway, will lead the way
OF light into my heart!
But what song so odd and long,
About that brilliant night,
When first we met, my charming Net,
Beneath the starry light;
The starry light when all was bright
Below, and bright above,
But of the throng, that swept along,
Thou vert the soul of Love!
Tho soul of love but flown above
My soaring, painting heart:
For thou art now of Heaven, vow,
And but Earth part
But will pray that one bright ray
Will mingle with the night,
When hrst we met, my darling Net,
When all was bathed in light!
All bashed in light-the joyous sight!
The sea rushed 10 the shore,
The pillows played, and music made,
As meier they made before.
The moon was light, the skies were bright,
The sands upon the beach
Threw back such rays upon the gaze,
The stars seemed counting each
And was there, and thou vert there,
The sea of forms had fled;
And garlands all that in the ball.
Had decked each lady's head
Each wave Of life had ebbed it's strife
Of Love or Hate, as seems:
And Lovers signs gave vent to lies,
And maiden's hopes to dreams!
Twas on that night, thought Of Hope
Of Hope beside the sea;
The ocean-tide, between the wide
Relentless world and me.
/ thought of Love-I gazed above
The sky above the sea
And then thought on what sought,
And gazed from sky to thee!
thought of Fame the fleetng name,
That's traced on banks of sand;
And watched the grave of each loved wave
That died where We did stand;
Each rushing wave that came aud gave
Its tribute TO the shore;
Whose sands along myriad throng,
Record each pillows roar!
And thou didst write, upon that night
name upon the sand;
And as the wave rushed on, 1t gave
Strange magic to thy wand
For ere thy hand had traced the sand,
The foamng sea and spray,
Which rushed in storm upon thy form,
Washed name and thee away!
And thou vert gone and alone
Was left upon the shore!
The starry train began to wane,
Which shone all bright before.
The bounding sea, which wus so free
From storm and tempest all,
Began TO rise, while DER the skies
There spread fearful pail!
The storm it swept-the midnight stepped
No light was in the skies;
But darkly hid within the lid,
Was starlight in their eyes.
So all along the starry throng
Pursued their angry way,
While winds, and blasts, and broken mas,s,
Howled wrath 10 Oceans prey!
From carnaged wreck of hull and deck,
gazed around for thee;
When 10 the sun burst out upon
Thy easement by the sea
And did dream, and from that beam
Ofhope, midst storm Of light,
I've caught this ray Of fancy's lay,
And wreathed with song that night.
But thou art gone, and alone
Am left beside the sea
Nor tides of times, nor songs OF rhyme
Will watt thee back TO me!
Our hearts divide-a surging tide
Now sweeps between each shore,
Nor wish of thine, nor hope of mine,
Will e'er unite US more!
sw York; FEBRUARY s, 1851
MISCELLANEOUS.
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