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Majestic steep! Ah yet I love
Thy ivied rocks among :
When life was gay and young.
Enthusiasm, Nature's child,
All warm with native fire;
It bade me strike the lyre.
Soft as the morning sheds her light
Along the tranquil sea,
And drove my cares away.
When the white moon with glory crown'd
Her silver radiance shed;
Upon thy tower-clad head.
Then Beauty bade my pleasures flote,
With mild and gentle fire !
soul were wont to move, And thrill'd upon my lyre.
But when the Dæmon of the deep
And bade the tempests rise,
And mingle with the skies ;
Ah, then my soul was rais'd on high, And felt the glow of ecstacy,
With great emotions fill'd; Thus joy and terror reign’d by turns, And now with Love the bosom burns,
And now by Fear is chilled.
Thus to the sweetest dreams resign’d, The fairy Fancy ruled my mind,
And shone upon my youth; But now to awful reason given, I leave her dear ideal heaven,
To hear the voice of TRUTH.
She claims my best, my
And penetrating eye.
Above delusion's dusky maze,
With roses clad to rise ;
The radiance of the skies,
To a LOCK of HAIR.
Relick of her whom most of all I love,
Why ever thus my bitterest grief renew ? Why when a secret joy my soul would prove,
Must grateful memory sicken at thy view Yet thou and I, dear relick, will not part, For I will ever wear thee next my heart.
How oft revert my thoughts to that past day,
When gazing on the charms of her I loved,
As o'er her neck the auburn ringlets roved;
How fondly have I gazed on thee, when woe
Has waked the throbbing tumult in my breast; And loath were I thy presence to forego,
Tho' that loved presence robb’d me of my rest. No, dear memento, no, we will not part, For I will ever wear thee next my heart.