Literary Gazette, 8th February 1823, Page 91
A Youth, with a Lyre in his hand, kneeling to a Female half turning to him, as in the act of reconciliation.
Yes! I have sinned 'gainst love and thee;
Both heart and harp have been untrue:
I cannot deem how they could be
Wakened by any one but you!
But my harp in the sunshine hung,
And I was proud to wake the strings,
And other hands than thine have flung
Flowers and laurel offerings.
Too dear I prized those flatteries,
And bowed me at an idol's shrine,
And breathed in vanity the sighs
Which should have been thine, only thine.
I pray thee pardon, for the sake
Of my so long devoted strain;
I pray thee pardon me, and take
Thy truant to thy heart again!
- ↑ signature after later poem