TO ----
1
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds Are lips--and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words--
2
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin'd Then desolately fall, O! God! on my funereal mind Like starlight on a pall--
3
Thy heart--_thy_ heart!--I wake and sigh, And sleep to dream till day Of truth that gold can never buy-- Of the trifles that it may.
1829.