POEMS.
41
LINES WRITTEN ON A JOURNEY.
I hasten once more to the place,
Which saw the first dawn of my woes!
Once more I shall gaze on the face,
Which banished my bosom's repose.
Ah! Madman, be wise, and retire,
The danger while still you may shun;
You will gaze, and again will admire,
Will again be despised and undone!
Which saw the first dawn of my woes!
Once more I shall gaze on the face,
Which banished my bosom's repose.
Ah! Madman, be wise, and retire,
The danger while still you may shun;
You will gaze, and again will admire,
Will again be despised and undone!
Oh! well I remember the morn,
Which first showed me Amoret's eyes!
She repaid my affection with scorn,
I only reproached her with sighs!
She laughed at a passion so wild,
She called it presumptuous and vain;
And the Madman rejoiced that she smiled,
Though he knew, she but smiled in disdain.
Which first showed me Amoret's eyes!
She repaid my affection with scorn,
I only reproached her with sighs!
She laughed at a passion so wild,
She called it presumptuous and vain;
And the Madman rejoiced that she smiled,
Though he knew, she but smiled in disdain.
