THE BLUSH.
Why that blush on Ella's cheek,
What doth the flitting wanderer seek?
Doth passion's blackening tempest scowl,
To agitate my Ella's soul?
What doth the flitting wanderer seek?
Doth passion's blackening tempest scowl,
To agitate my Ella's soul?
Return, sweet wanderer, fear no harm;
The heart which Ella's breast doth warm,
Is virtue's calm, serene retreat:
And ne'er with passion's storm did beat.
The heart which Ella's breast doth warm,
Is virtue's calm, serene retreat:
And ne'er with passion's storm did beat.
Return, and calmly rest, till love
Shall thy sweet efficacy prove;
Then come, and thy loved place resume,
And fill that cheek with youthful bloom.
Shall thy sweet efficacy prove;
Then come, and thy loved place resume,
And fill that cheek with youthful bloom.
A blush of nature charms the heart
More than the brilliant tints of art;
They please awhile, and please no more,—
We hate the things we loved before.
More than the brilliant tints of art;
They please awhile, and please no more,—
We hate the things we loved before.
But no unfading tints were those
Which to my Ella's cheek arose:
They please the raptured heart, and fly
Before they pall the gazing eye.
Which to my Ella's cheek arose:
They please the raptured heart, and fly
Before they pall the gazing eye.
