Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By RomanceMary E. Brooks
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A blush came o’er her cheek;
Telling, as o’er her brow it play’d,
What not her tongue would speak.
My own, my lily bride;”
And still, in maiden purity,
That maiden blush replied.
Beneath a cloudless sky;
The wild bird spread its silken wing,
But breathed less melody.
The honey-bee might sip;
The warrior found a sweeter flower
In the dew of the maidens’s lip.
The honey-bee is glad:
Why dim with tears that maiden’s eye,
And why that warrior sad?
That shades a soldier’s way?
The gems that deck the lordling’s form—
Dost sigh for such as they?
And jewels for thy hair—
The golden gift that wins the maid
An idle vow may bear.”
The honey-bee is glad;
Why dim with tears that maiden eye,
And why that warrior sad?
Shall be the battle cry,
And the war trump of victory
As sweet as woman’s sigh!
And love can dream of scorn;
When woman idly weaves the chain,
As idly be it worn.”
The honey bee is gay,
But tears bedimm’d that maiden’s eye
As the warrior pass’d away.
And in a robe of pride;
Then wake for me the bridal strain”—
The maiden said and sigh’d.
There ’s music in the grove,
And steps as light as music’s fall
To catch the voice of love.
Her song was on the wind,
And the red rose lay gracefully
Within her hair reclined.
Of other days a part!
She glanced upon the myrtle tree
And icy felt her heart;
The jewel lights grew dim;
She only saw that myrtle bower,
She only thought of him.
Far from the haunts of pride,
For they say there ’s joy where wild flowers dwell,”—
The maiden said and sigh’d.
But the heart was cold below;
And if she wakes the harp-strings now,
What can they breathe but wo?
Link’d with its broken vow;
As beautiful, as frail, as then,
They stand before me now!
Where a thousand torches glare,
With lyre and wreath and revelry—
Still is that vision there!
On the laugh of the morning breeze—
It comes when evening’s misty light
Has swept the sleeping seas”—
One dream with the death pang wove—
Oh! never of gems or of festal hall—
But that first young dream of love!