66 "Believe Me, if those Young Charms Her worshipped image from its base, Then, fare thee well!-I 'd rather make When thawing suns begin to shine, There was a pathos in this lay, That even without enchantment's art Thomas Moore. 48 66 BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS" BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, 8 That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose! 1808. 16 Thomas Moore. JENNY KISSED ME JENNY kissed me when we met, Say I'm weary, say I 'm sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add How many times do I love thee, dear? In the atmosphere Of a new-fall'n year, The Indian Serenade Whose white and sable hours appear How many times do I love again? Of evening rain, Unravell'd from the tumbling main, And threading the eye of a yellow star: So many times do I love again. 1824-5. 1851. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. 14 THE INDIAN SERENADE I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me-who knows how! To thy chamber window, Sweet! 8 The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream And the Champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, 1822. As I must on thine, O! beloved as thou art! Oh lift me from the grass! On my lips and eyelids pale. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 16 24 LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY THE Fountains mingle with the River Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. See the mountains kiss high Heaven 1819. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 8 16 I FEAR THY KISSES, GENTLE MAIDEN I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden; I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Innocent is the heart's devotion 1820. 1824. Percy Bysshe Shelley. ΤΟ ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear |