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No nor the secret councils of the heart, 



Can 'scape thy scrutiny. How wretched thou, 



If aught thou spiest which thwarts thine ardent wifh \ 



And, oh 1 how ravifli'd, if thou mark'st one line 



AVhich tells the latent longings of the soul I 



In that high fever, the delirious brain 



Coins gaudy phantoms of celestial blifs. 



Of blifs that never comes — for now, ev'n now, 



Now, while love seeks and eyes the rainbow hues 



With child-like rapture, and full fondly thinks 



They ne'er (hall fade, even now comes jealous fear. 



With tottering fist, and thunders at the door. 



At this rude noise alarm'd the dreamer starts ; 



Looks trembling round, and finds the vision fled. 



Where. now's th' angelic hue, the dimpl'd cheek. 



The moistened eye ball, and the hidden blufh 



Or Love's delicious smiles ? From dreams like these. 



From aiiy joy's, he wakes, to real pain. 



Quick to his sight up springs, in long array, 



A tribe of devililli ills — the cold reply, 



Th' unanswer'd question, the afsenting nod 



Of dull civility, the carelefj look 



Of blank indifference, the chilling froWn, 



That freezes at the heart, the stony eye 



Of fixt disdain; or more tormenting gaze 



Bent on another. These, with all the train 



Of fears and jealousies that wait on Love, 



Are no imagin'd grief; no fancied ills 



These; or, if fancied, worse than solid woes. 



Such art thou, Love ; then who th.it once has knowR 

 Thy countlefs sands, and rocks that lurk beneath. 

 Would ever tempt thy smiling surface more ? 

 Long tofs'd on stormy seas of hopes and fears, 

 How willingly at last my wearied soul 

 Would seek a Ihelter in forgetfuinefs ! 

 O bland forgetfuinefs. Love's sweetest balm. 

 Come, rouse thee from thy bed, if still thou sleep'st 

 On Lethe's Ihore, come take this willing breast. 

 And fold it in thine arms; thro' all my veins 

 Thy dead'ning pow'rs infuse, close up each gate 

 And avenue to Love, purge off the slime 

 That clogs this spirit, which fain would wing its "ight 

 To sense, to reason, liberty, and law. P. H' 



