Elegy I.

When first I sought that smile of brightness,1
                        
                        More pleasing haply from its lightness,2
                        
                        I had but felt a transient grief,3
                        
                        To think our love might be as brief.4
                        For tho’ thine eyes, as now, were beaming,5
                        
                        Oh !  Leila, I was far from dreaming,6
                        
                        That thou would’st claim, when we should  
part, 7
                        
                        part, 7
So large a portion of my heart.8
                        Methought the ice my breast defended9
                        
                        Would only make its fires more splendid,10
                        
                        As sunbeams that in winter glow,11
                        
                        Glance brightest from the wreathed snow.12
                        But, oh !  my bosom, which before13
                        
                        Began so lightly to adore,14
                        
                        Would now perversely have thee be15
                        
                        E’en constant in inconstancy.16
                        And, as the harp’s enliven’d strain17
                        
                        Doth oft to melancholy wane18
                        
                        Without the players will or care—19
                        
                        So I am sad, ere well aware.20
                        Alas !  though I had ever known21
                        
                        My buried heart was turn’d to stone,22
                        
                        I might have known that this would prove23
                        
                        No hindrance to the growth of love.24
                        Which to the flinty rock will cling,25
                        
                        And as the slender lichens spring,26
                        
                        Obtaining life one knows not where,27
                        
                        Strike root, and live, and flourish there :28
                        Or say the fragile verdure drew29
                        
                        Its being from the air and dew ;30
                        
                        So love its tender leaf uprears,31
                        
                        Sown but by sighs, and fed with tears.32