ON SEEING A LADY AT AN OPPOSITE WINDOW.
Whilst on forbidden fruit I gaze,
And look my heart away;
Behold my star of Venus blaze,
And smile upon the day.
Fair as the purple blushing hours,
That paint the morning’s eye;
Or cheek of ev’ning after show’rs,
That fresh the western sky.
I send a sigh with ev’ry glance,
Or drop a softer tear;
Hard fate! no further to advance,
And yet to be so near.
So Moses from fair Pysga’s height,
The land of promise ey’d:
Surveyed the region of delight,
He saw, came down, and di’d.
Then oh! my Fair, descend to bless,
And soothe those sorrows in my breast!
My heart’s desponding into grief,
Thy healing balm can give relief!
For sources, see the end of the final installment ([pg. 320]).