V.
Impromptu,
On Bing Reproached with Indifference to Rossini’s Music.
1.
Sing me thy simple ballad songs—
That rich Italian lay
To halls of revelry belongs
Where gladness meets the gay.
But in this pleasant moonlight hour,
While lean the roses in
Through the green lattice of thy
bower,
Bravuras were a sin !
2.
Another time that overture—
But now “ the Banks of Ayr”
Best harmonizes with the pure
Pale jasmine in thy hair.
Yes, in this quiet cottage-room,
’ Mid books and sculpture’s sheen,
Fill’d with the mignionette’s perfume,
Bravuras were a sin.