WRITTEN IN A FAVORITE BOWER,
PREVIOUS TO LEAVING HOME,
MAY 14, 1809.
Farewel! my own romantic bow'r,
Sweet shelter in the noon-tide hour!
Scarce yet thy willow buds unfold
Their silver leaves on stems of gold;
Scarce yet the woodbine's clasping arms
Twine round the elm her modest charms;
Scarce yet, in richest robe array'd,
The oaks display their summer shade;
Sweet shelter in the noon-tide hour!
Scarce yet thy willow buds unfold
Their silver leaves on stems of gold;
Scarce yet the woodbine's clasping arms
Twine round the elm her modest charms;
Scarce yet, in richest robe array'd,
The oaks display their summer shade;
