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POEMS.
Can I still the casket prize,
Whence the Gem by Time is plundered?
Can the stalk delight mine eyes,
Whence the Rose for aye is sundered?
These possess no charms for Me,
And alas! are types of Thee.
Whence the Gem by Time is plundered?
Can the stalk delight mine eyes,
Whence the Rose for aye is sundered?
These possess no charms for Me,
And alas! are types of Thee.
Pouting lip, and melting eye,
Teeth of pearl, and cheek of roses,
Limbs that might with Paphia's vie,
Bosom where delight reposes,
These the Love I love must show.
Say, can you, Love?—No, Love, No!
Teeth of pearl, and cheek of roses,
Limbs that might with Paphia's vie,
Bosom where delight reposes,
These the Love I love must show.
Say, can you, Love?—No, Love, No!
Now in Aura's blooming form
Charms, once yours, mine eyes discover:
Since my soul they still can warm,
Wherefore call me Faithless Lover?
What You were, and She is now,
Still obtains my fervent vow.
Charms, once yours, mine eyes discover:
Since my soul they still can warm,
Wherefore call me Faithless Lover?
What You were, and She is now,
Still obtains my fervent vow.
