TO A LADY.
Love thee! yes, dear lovely maid,
Thee I’ll love, and only thee;
And, whatever cares invade,
Happy in thy love of me.
Love thee! yes, with love replete,
Still for thee my heart shall glow,
Till my pulse forbids to beat,
Or the streams of life to flow.
Yes, for ever to my heart,
Dear and precious shalt thou be;
Wilt thou, then, dear girl, impart
Love to him, who lives to thee?