Such was the youth we loved so well,
And such the hopes that fate denied;—
We loved, but ah! could scarcely tell
How deep, how dearly, till he died!
Close as the fondest links could strain,
Twined with my very heart he grew;
And by that fate which breaks the chain,
The heart is almost broken too.
TO THE LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL MISS……,
IN ALLUSION TO SOME PARTNERSHIP IN A LOTTERY SHARE
IMPROMPTU.
—Ego Pars—VIRG.
In wedlock a species of lottery lies,
Where in blanks and in prizes we deal;
But how comes it that you, such a capital prize,
Should so long have remained in the wheel?
If ever, by Fortune's indulgent decree,
To me such a ticket should roll,
A sixteenth, Heaven knows! were sufficient for me;
For what could I do with the whole?
A DREAM.
I thought this heart enkindled lay
On Cupid's burning shrine:
I thought he stole thy heart away,
And placed it near to mine.