Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By SongEdward Coate Pinkney (18021828)
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To some beloved health we drain,
Lest future pledges, less divine,
Should e’er the hallow’d toy profane;
And thus I broke a heart that poured
Its tide of feeling out for thee,
In draughts, by after-times deplored,
Yet dear to memory.
And habits of my mind remain,
And still unhappy light displays
Thine image chamber’d in my brain.
And still it looks as when the hours
Went by like flights of singing birds,
On that soft chain of spoken flowers,
And airy gems, thy words.