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I ask no kind return of love,
No tempting charm to please;
That sigh for peace and
Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know
That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or wo,
But, turning, trembles too.
Far as distress the soul can wound,
'Tis pain in each degree; 'Tis bliss but to a certain bound ;
Beyond, is agony.
Then take this treacherous sense of mine,
Which dooms me still to smart, Which pleasure can to pain refine,
To pain new pangs impart.
Oh! haste to shed the sacred balm,
My shatter'd nerves new-string; And for my guest, serenely calm,
Thy nymph, Indifference, bring.
At her approach, see Hope, see Fear,
See Expectation fly;
And Disappointment in the rear,
That blasts the purpos'd joy.
The tears which Pity taught to flow,
My eyes shall then disown;
Shall then scarce feel its own.
The wounds which now each moment bleed,
Each moment then shall close; And tranquil days shall still succeed
To nights of sweet repose.
So may the glow-worm's glimmering light
Thy tiny footsteps lead
Unknown to mortal tread.
And be thy acorn goblet fill'd
With heaven's ambrosial dew,
That shed fresh sweets for you.
And what of life remains for me,
I'll pass in sober ease;
Content but half to please.
THE FAIRY'S ANSWER,
TO MRS. GREVILLE.
[COUNTESS OF ]
ITHOUT preamble, to my friend,
Or give, if I am able ;
It looks so like a fable.
Last night's adventure is my theme, And should it strike you as a dream,
Yet soon its high import Must make you own the matter such, So delicate, it were too much
To be compos’d in sport.
The moon did shine serenely bright,
While Zephyr fan'd the trees,
Did echo to the breeze,
Enwrapt in solemn thoughts, I sate,
Yet void of hope or fear;
Surpris’d my eye and ear.
A form, superior to the rest,
And gently thus began,
think 'tis true, Explain it if you can.
Such incense has perfum'd my throne ! • Such eloquence my heart has won !
• I think I guess the hand; • I know her wit and beauty too, • But why she sends a prayer so new,
• I cannot understand.
• To light some flames, and some revive, To keep some others just alive.
· Full oft I am implor'd; But, with peculiar power to please, To supplicate for nought but ease
• 'Tis odd, upon my word !
• Tell her, with fruitless care I've sought, And tho' my realms, with wonder fraught,
In remedies abound, No grain of cold Indifference • Was ever yet allied to Sense,
• In all my fairy round.
• The regions of the sky I'd trace, • I'd ransack every earthly place,
• Each leaf, each herb, each flower, To mitigate the pangs of Fear, Dispel the clouds of black Despair,
. Or lull the restless hour.
• I would be generous as I'm just, • But I obey, as others must,
Those laws which fate has made. My tiny kingdom how defend, • And what might be the horrid end
• Should man my state invade?