24 GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
We parted, lady! all night long 
Thine ear to thrill with dance and song ; 
And I to weep, that I was born 
A thing thou scarce would deign to scorn 
And, lady, now that years have past, 
My barque has reached the shore at last; 
The gales that filled her ocean wing 
Have chilled and shrunk thy hasty spring $ 
And eye to eye, and brow to brow, 
I stand before thy presence now; 
Thy lip is smoothed, thy voice is sweet, 
Thy warm hand proffered when we meet. 
Nay, lady ! ’t is not now for me 
To droop the lid, or bend the knee $. 
I seek thee, oh! thou dost not shun, 
I speak — thou listenest like a nun; 
I ask thy smile — thy lip uncurls, 
Too liberal of its flashing pearls : 
Thy tears — thy lashes sink again, 
My Hebe turns to Magdalen! 
Oh, changing youth! that evening hour 
Looked down on ours, the bud, the flower, 
One faded in its virgin soil, 
And one was nursed in tears and toil; 
Thy leaves were opening one by one, 
While mine were opening to the sun; 
