Literary Gazette, 10th November, 1821, Page 716
ORIGINAL POETRY.
[Six Songs of Love, Constancy, Romance, Inconstancy, Truth, and Marriage.]
Oh! yet one smile, tho' dark may lower
Around thee clouds of woe and ill,
Let me yet feel that I have power,
Mid Fate's bleak storms, to soothe thee still.
Tho' sadness be upon thy brow,
Yet let it turn, dear love, to me,
I cannot bear that thou should'st know
Sorrow I do not share with thee.
True love's wreath is of mountain flowers,
They stand the storm and brave the blast,
And blossom on, so love like ours
Is sweetest when all else is past.
Too well I know what storms have frowned,
And now frown on life's troubled tide;
Still darker let them gather round,
They have no power on hearts so tried.
Then say not that you may not bear,
To shadow spirit light as mine ;
I shall not shrink, or fear to share
The darkest fate if it be thine!
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