Literary Gazette, 5th January, 1822, Page 12
ORIGINAL POETRY.
SONG.
Are other eyes beguiling, Love?
Are other rose-lips smiling, Love?
Ah, heed them not; you will not find
Lips more true, or eyes more kind,
Than mine, Love.
Are other white arms wreathing, Love?
Are other fond sighs breathing, Love?
Ah, heed them not; but call to mind
The arms, the sighs, you leave behind—
All thine, Love.
Then gaze not on other eyes, Love;
Breathe not other sighs, Love;
You may find many a brighter one
Than your own rose, but there are none
So true to thee, Love.
All thine own, mid gladness, Love;
Fonder still, mid sadness, Love;
Tho’ changed from all that now thou art,
In shame, in sorrow, still thy heart
Would be the world to me, Love.—L. E. L.
