The Love's Threat!

The stars have shone
The night is come
All birds are gone
To their own home! 1
The dark thick veil
Of the blind gloom
So tossed by the gale
Yet larger to loom 2
The brook let peals
The jovial strain
That gently steals
My secret pain! 3


The shore is crying
It’s fierce to all
The breeze is singing
On the flowers pale! 4
Oh! How long now
I am yet to wait
If commest thou
Either soon or late! 5


Then all is well
And I am blest
If not then, I tell
In grave, I'll rest! 6

The Denied

Thou hast not known
My heat's distress
In its recess
The seeds are sown
By a winning glance
That thou hast east
To leave me at last
In this lovely trance!
But seeds are grown
In a harvest rich
Angles for which
Will always mourn!
I faint; I languish
Heartless art thou
Be kind but now
And soothe my anguish!
Thou hast not felt
A grief like mine
I hope; I pine
But off have I knelt
Before thee, my joy,
My love my worship
Enough this hardship
Thy slave to annoy!
Nod me thy consent
Grant me my desire
Or in thy Love's fire
The martyr, I am sent!
My ashes will adore
Thy sweet memories
My sweeter worries
And my sweetest sore!

'Keep quiet' She Said

O! Such is her will that I must be calm
And should not speak a word
Her sweet strain alone should now embalm
The air all else be unheard!
A request sweeter to me was not made
Ever since I could hear
Happier words no one has said
My worried heart to cheer!
Oh! Stop my voice, if she has desired
My silence, which she sings







Her childhood's vision I have aspired
Since long for the joy it brings
Like a cloud she wandered with lovely gait
In the heaven o childhoods joy!
A victim now to youth’s new bait
She is loves helpless toy
She brought at my feet her richest treasure
Of all her early dreams
My pain her sorrow, my joy her pleasure
We are not two me seems
She opened my life, like a flower in the woods
Some fairy with a wand unfolds
O'er me her love, like a shadow broods,
My heart in a silk chain holds!
Let her enter the childhood's world again
Youth's joy is never as sweet!
Forever, I am mute if she sings the strain
In silence the gift to greet!

A Poor Beloved!

Whenever I think that thou art mine
A doubt disturbs my belief
In the swo------n of thy love's so lustrous wine
That doubt, a memory brief










A maiden I am so lovely and humble
With none but lover's great treasure
For me, so luckless, the fate may gamble
To go out thy love's rich pleasure!
Love is no barter- I may not give
Even a trifle is return!
Sacred its power, in which I believe
For thee, yet, hence I yearn!







I love to be poor, for richer the love
If not drunken with glory
The poverty is the secret go one
Where loves can never be sorry!
No splendour I need but altered rage
My body, which half conceal
How bashful, I feel, my mind flags
The heart not the breast they reveal!
O! What can I do I am so poor
So loving, so fair, and shy!






But as to thy love I am so sure
Our hearts can none untie!!