All over the surface shine? But, if in pursuit we go deeper, Allured by the gleam that shone, Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper, Like Love, the bright ore is gone. Has Hope, like the bird in the story, Has Hope been that bird to thee? The gem did she still display, If thus the young hours have fleeted, That led thee along so light; Each feeling that once was dear: Come, child of misfortune, come hither, I'll weep with thee, tear for tear. THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING. THE time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorned the lore she brought me, My only books Were woman's looks, Her smile when Beauty granted, If once their ray And are those follies going? |