  I. Wilt thou then leave me, ere the hurrying hours Have yet gone by, when sleepless souls should meet? Wilt thou then leave me, when in these still bowers, Time lingers, wrapt in joys so wildly sweet? Oh, break not thus away, with trembling spirit, Nor deem a converse so delightful, wrong; Ah me! the hours of joy we now inherit, Have never yet been known to linger long. II. Haste not away so soon—a while remaining, Some newer bliss, unknown, shall touch the heart; Ah me! thy own unto my bosom straining, If like me thou didst love, we should not part. Thou still wouldst pause, and with a fond affection, Re-clasp the hands, unite the lips that burn, And when in fear thou break'st the sweet connection, Return and linger, linger and return. G. B. Singleton. |
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