Goldfinch (1)/In the midst, &c.

In the midst, &c.

In the midst of our happiness, love,
Why thus turn away with a sigh?
Is‘t the fear lest inconstant I prove,
That bids the tear gush in that eye?
Believe me, that fear is all vain,
For o'er the whole world should I wander,
I never could love so again,

I should ne'er find a maid that was fonder.

In vain eyes may flash and lips smile;
To me they shall prove no deluders;
My love they can never beguile,
To my heart they can be but intruders.
From suspicion let thine he at rest,
For mine is so brimful of thee,
That, while its throbs rise in my breast,
No room for another there‘ll be.

The tear-drops that stands in those eyes,
Serve to make their soft ray double bright,
As tears wept by soft summer skies
In the sun form a rainbow of light.
Like that rainbow, then, let it portend,
(While vanish'd each dark cloud of sorrow)
That jealousy's storm's at an end,
And promise bright looks for to-morrow.