FRAGMENTS - FlFTH SERIES.
25
Literary Gazette, 18th June, 1825, Page 396
Oh, no, my heart is given
To other dreams, than those
Like the first fresh colours
Upon the early rose.
They are not dreams of hope;
For hope has been to me,
In its pleasure and its pain.
What again it cannot be.
My dreams are not of wealth ;
A gold or silver mine,
Or Oman's bay of pearls,
Cannot win one wish of mine.
Nor yet are they of fame;
Too well I know the fate
That is the high one's lot,
To be bright and desolate.
But all my dreams are turned
To one single star above:
I name life's most fatal one,
Name I not that of Love!
