
The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
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MY eyes make pictures, when they are shut: — | 1 |
I see a fountain, large and fair, | 2 |
A willow and a ruined hut, | 3 |
And thee, and me and Mary there: — | 4 |
O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow! | 5 |
Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow! | 6 |
A wild- rose roofs the ruined shed, | 7 |
And that and summer will agree: | 8 |
And, lo! where Mary leans her head, | 9 |
Two dear names carved upon the tree! — | 10 |
And Mary's tears — they are not tears of sorrow, — | 11 |
Our sister and our friend will both be here tomorrow. | 12 |
'Twas day; but now few, large, and bright, | 13 |
The stars are round the crescent moon; — | 14 |
And now it is a dark warm night, | 15 |
The balmiest of the month of June! | 16 |
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A glow-worm fall'n, and in the marge remounting | 17 |
Shines and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain. | 18 |
O ever — ever be thou blest! | 19 |
O Asra! dearly love I thee | 20 |
This brooding warmth across my breast; | 21 |
This depth of tranquil bliss — ah, me! | 22 |
Fount, tree and shed are gone, I know not whither, | 23 |
But in one quiet room we three are still together. | 24 |
The shadows dance upon the wall | 25 |
By the still dancing fire- flames made; | 26 |
And now they slumber moveless all! | 27 |
And now they make to me deep shade! | 28 |
But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee, | 29 |
I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee! | 30 |
Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play — | 31 |
'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow! | 32 |
But let me check this tender lay | 33 |
Which none may hear but she and thou, | 34 |
Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, | 35 |
Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women. | 36 |
from The Bijou, 1828, pp. 146-147 |
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