Yes! I swore to be true, I allow, And I meant it, but some how or other, The seal of that amorous vow Was pressed on the lips of another. Yet I did but as all would have done, For where is the being, dear cousin, Content with the beauties of one When he might have the range of a dozen? Love is a changeable boy, And the gem of the sea-rock is like him, For he gives back the beams of his joy To each sunny eye that may strike him. From a kiss of a zephyr and rose Love sprang in an exquisite hour, And fleeting and sweet, heaven knows, Is this child of a sigh and a flower. |