LOVING ONE WRITES.
THE look that thy sweet eyes on
The pledge thy lips to mine convey,--the
He who, like me, hath knowledge
sure of this,
Can he in aught beside find happiness?
Removed from thee, friend-sever'd,
These thoughts I vainly struggle
They still return to that one hour
The only one; then tears my grief confess.
But unawares the tear makes haste
He loves, methinks, e'en to these
glades so still,--
And shalt not thou to distant
Receive the murmurs of his loving
My only joy on earth is in thy
Thy kindly will tow'rd
me; a token send!
Sea Of Tranquility