Literary Gazette, 1st October, 1825, Page 636
ORIGINAL POETRY.
STANZAS.
Oh, tell me not I shall forget
The lesson he has taught me,
Albeit I may not feel so much
The wo that lesson wrought me.
I do believe my heart will beat
Less wildly than 'tis beating now,
That time will calm my bursting pulse,
And bring its calmness to my brow.
I do believe that I shall bear
To hear them name to me thy name,
Without my heart beating to pain,
Without my cheek burning to flame.
I do believe that I shall learn
To see thee coldly gaze on me,
Aye, carelessly as thou, for pride
Will nerve the look I turn on thee.
But never may my heart forget
How dear a dream love's dream has been;
Time's lapse may fling a softened shade,
But never quite efface the scene.
And to my latest hour my love,
Shrowded in my heart's last recess,
Like a funereal lamp will dwell
In melancholy tenderness;
But deep and lonely, not so much
Love as love's memory, like the air
That lingers in just felt perfume,
To say the rose has blossomed there—
