The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
Nor shall the apples e’er be pared again
To form a letter in my lover’s name.
‘Tis done ! ‘tis done! the Bridal Cake declares
The fixed prediction of my happy stars!
Fate lighten’d Fancy with her lucid beams,
And, lo ! her shadows glided o’er my dreams,—
Sweet dreams inspir’d by tender nuptial ties,
How shall I paint them in their lovely dyes!
How tell Myrinda half the joys I feel,
And all the secrets of my dreams reveal!
Yet shall my pen the arduous task essay,
And some faint image to thy mind convey.
When Night’s dark curtain clos’d Day’s gilded scene,
Wrapt up in gloom and silently serene;
Calm as when Summer-evening’s gentle fall
To Contemplation gives the silent call;
Calm as that heart devoid of lovers’ cares,
That plagues not Hymen with incessant prayers;
Thus clos’d the eve, in which the Fates were kind,
And show’d a presage to my wondering mind.
When every thought of busy day was fled,
And the Ring’d Cake lay ‘neath my dreaming head;
Sweet sleep exerted all her magic power,
And soon convey’d me to a well-known bower,
Which when I saw, my heart with pleasure thrill’d,
For there sweet Damon oft my eyes beheld.
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With joy I started, nor approach’d too near,
For Love, I find, is close allied to Fear;
Then view’d the beauties of the lovely scene
Where Fortha glides, that sweet meandering stream,
Where Nature blooms, though far across the Tweed,
And opes her treasures in the Scotian mead;
Where Truth and Valour, simply, yet sublime,
Adorn a Hero in the northern clime;
Wrapp’d up in reveries of my lovely youth,
Whose heart’s all softness, emblem fair of Truth;
Whose mind’s as fertile as the teeming Spring,—
Like Autumn rich in every virtuous thing;
Humane as Mercy, kind as treasur’d Love;
Say, say, Myrinda, can he fail to move?
While thus enraptur’d, see, the youth appears,