GO, wed another! bear her to the home That once was mine, and let her there become Sole empress, and the monitor of all Thy regal throng, that shall attend her call. Make her mere wish a sceptre that shall wield A rule complete, till all thy household yield Submissive reverence where her voice is heard, And bow obedient to her slightest word; Gaze on her bright and richly-jewelled form,— Her youthful face, suffused with blushes warm; And, with a lover's admiration, trace Each budding beauty, each attractive grace; Then fold her to thy heart, and let the kiss, Impassioned, fervent, speak thy soul's deep bliss. Let her young head be pillowed on thy breast, (Where mine hath lain,) and her soft hand be pressed Within thine own, so lovingly, while sleep, With opiate wings, above thy pillows sweep. But let not her,—thy nymph of slumber,—steal Beside thy couch, lest she should there unseal The dreamy casket, and from thence disclose A vision that would mar thy sweet repose: A pale, sad face, with downcast, weeping eyes, Alone, neglected, while her tears and sighs Tell, by their silence, what her lips ne'er spoke,— Of a fond heart that loved on till it broke!
