Harry

Love caught his heart in a lovely surprise, Just the first moment he looked in my eyes: Poor little eyes! by no prescience lit, They saw him three weeks ere I lov'd him one bit.

I was told it all--it was all explain'd; And they all declar'd that I understood; But only one knowledge on earth remain'd, I knew that Harry was noble and good.

When turf is level how rapid the pace! Linger ye moments!--be patient my life! Marriage is only an idyl of grace, What knows a bride of the bliss of a wife?

I know not how long I was lying dead; I know not what happen'd day after day: But I know whose breast supported my head; I know in whose arms I passively lay.