Poems (Temple)/The Search after Love
The SEARCH after LOVE.
I read of the gay smile of Love,
I hear of its mischievous flame,
But vainly my fancy has strove
To believe in the fabulous name.
I hear of its mischievous flame,
But vainly my fancy has strove
To believe in the fabulous name.
I question my infidel breast,
Yet spy not a trace of it there,
As yet every pulse is at rest,
Unknown to the throbbings of care.
Yet spy not a trace of it there,
As yet every pulse is at rest,
Unknown to the throbbings of care.
I gaze on the warm-beaming light,
Of Beauty's all-conquering eye;
I gaze,—but the frenzying sight
Ne'er wakes in my bosom a sigh.
Of Beauty's all-conquering eye;
I gaze,—but the frenzying sight
Ne'er wakes in my bosom a sigh.
I muse on the murdering smile
Of youth's deep and varying rose,
But vainly it strives to beguile,
Or ruin my reason's repose:
Of youth's deep and varying rose,
But vainly it strives to beguile,
Or ruin my reason's repose:
And vain are the efforts of wit
To make me experience a smart;
My brain for a moment is smit,
But I find not a sting in my heart.
To make me experience a smart;
My brain for a moment is smit,
But I find not a sting in my heart.