Literary Gazette, 30th April, 1825, Page 284
ORIGINAL POETRY.
REALITIES.
I made myself a little boat
And launched it on the sea;
And into the wide world went forth
To see what there might be.
I had a power given me
To gaze on every heart,
And from its secret joy or grief
To bid the veil depart.
I entered first a stately hall;
It shone with light and bloom,
And the air was heavy with the breath
Of music and perfume.
There saw I one, who on his head
Wore a bright crown of gold,
And his purple mantle swept the ground
In many a broidered fold;
But he had a troubled glance,
And his look was dark with care.
And his thoughts wandered to and fro,
And rest they found no where.
I stood next by a gay lady;
Rich gems were in her hair;
There was not one so proud as she,
There was not one so fair:
But I perceived her spirit turned
From the enchanted scene,
With sad and mournful memory,
To days which once had been;
