And therefore when I pass that seat, Throbs every pulse with quickening beat; THE DEPARTURE. WINGED with speed, the feet that bore me From thy presence, Mary, flew; Yet thy form was still before me, Smiling still it blessed my view. Sweetly, sweetly round me blowing, Breathed the freshening breeze of morn; And in gentle murmurs flowing, Waved the fields of yellow corn. Not for me the wild breeze blowing In my ear thy voice was flowing, L Round my heart those accents playing On I journeyed....Proudly glowing Some there are, proud day-star, burning Like thy hot meridian skies; Who, each fire-fraught glance returning, Dart keen lightnings from their eyes. Ah! let those whose warm blood dances Wildly through their feverish frames, Dart on all their fiery glances, Pour on all ungoverned flames. Mary! no ungentle splendour Under thy dark eye-lid streams, But thy glances, chaste and tender, Shine with soft and tempered beams, Soft as silver light, descending O'er the clear lake's azure breast, When the moon, her mild rays blending, Lulls the soul and charms to rest, Home I came....Green bowers o'erspreading Fenced me from the sun's hot glare; Flowerets bloomed around me, shedding Nectared fragrance through the air. Roses there, with jasmines blended, Not for me those blossoms blended Still my senses placed before them Sweets no blossoms could bestow. What those sweets were, whence I bore them, Mary! thou alone shalt know. |