To them be joy or rest-on me A debt already paid in pain. Yet even that pain was some relief; It felt, but still forgot thy power: Retards, but never counts the hour." Which we shall sleep too sound to heed. And I can smile to think how weak Thine efforts shortly shall be shown, [MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1814 (Seventh Edition).] not confessed thy power.-[MS. M. erased.] ii. still forgets the hour.-[MS, M. erased.] AH! Love was never yet without The pang, the agony, the doubt, Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh, 2. Without one friend to hear my woe, 3. Birds, yet in freedom, shun the net Or, circled by his fatal fire, Your hearts shall burn, your hopes expire. 4. A bird of free and careless wing Was I, through many a smiling spring; But caught within the subtle snare, I burn, and feebly flutter there. 5. Who ne'er have loved, and loved in vain, Can neither feel nor pity pain, The cold repulse, the look askance, 6. In flattering dreams I deemed thee mine; Like melting wax, or withering flower, 7. My light of Life! ah, tell me why 8. Mine eyes like wintry streams o'erflow: 9. My curdling blood, my madd'ning brain, And still thy heart, without partaking 10. Pour me the poison; fear not thou! And Love, that thus can lingering slay. II. My wounded soul, my bleeding breast, That Joy is harbinger of Woe. [First published, Childe Harold, 1814 (Seventh Edition).] THOU ART NOT FALSE, BUT THOU ART FICKLE. I. THOU art not false, but thou art fickle, Are doubly bitter from that thought: "Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievest, 2. The wholly false the heart despises, But she who not a thought disguises," Whose love is as sincere as sweet,— 3. To dream of joy and wake to sorrow 4. What must they feel whom no false vision 1. ["I send you some lines which may as well be called 'A Song' as anything else, and will do for your new edition.”—B.—(MS. M.)] ON THE QUOTATION, AND MY TRUE FAITH," ETC. Sincere, but swift in sad transition: As if a dream alone had charmed? [First published, Childe Harold, 1814 (Seventh Edition).] પ 65 ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE ORIGIN THE "Origin of Love!"—Ah, why And shouldst thou seek his end to know: But live until-I cease to be. [First published, Childe Harold, 1814 (Seventh Edition).] ON THE QUOTATION, "And my true faith can alter never, I. " AND "thy true faith can alter never? i. To Ianthe.-[MS. M. Compare "The Dedication" VOL. III. to Childe Harold.] F |