For they confound me: as it is,
I have forgot those smiles of his.
For they bewilder me—even now
His smiles are lost,—I know not how!
[By] those bewildering glances crost
In which the light of his is lost[a].
| 1827 | |
| From France across the Ocean came; | 1807 |
From France across the Ocean came;
| 1845 | |
| My Darling, she is not to me What thou art! though I love her well: | 1807 |
| But to my heart she cannot be | 1836 |