Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems, Volume 1, The Ninth Edition/Song

by Charlotte Smith

SONG.

DOES Pity give, tho' Fate denies,
    And to my wounds her balm impart?
Oh speak—with those expressive eyes!
    Let one low sigh escape thine heart.

The gazing crowd shall never guess
    What anxious, watchful Love can see;
Nor know what those soft looks express,
    Nor dream that sign is meant for me.

Ah! words are useless, words are vain,
    Thy generous sympathy to prove;
And well that sign, those looks explain,
    That Clara mourns my hapless love.