And the love of my Jean—when that vision shall close,
In the silence of death let my ashes repose.
Yet then, even then, my sad spirit will be,
By the side of the brook, 'neath the shade of the tree;
In the arms of my Jeannie, for ne'er can it stay,
From those who in life had endeared it away.
Nov. 25. 1827. S.P.J.
ON A SQUINTING POETESS.
To no one muse does she her glance confine,