L'Amitié est L'Amour sans Ailes
- 1Why should my anxious breast repine,
- 2Because my youth is fled?
- 3Days of delight may still be mine;
- 4Affection is not dead.
- 5In tracing back the years of youth,
- 6One firm record, one lasting truth
- 7Celestial consolation brings;
- 8Bear it, ye breezes, to the seat,
- 9Where first my heart responsive beat,--
- 10"Friendship is Love without his wings!"
- 11Through few, but deeply chequer'd years,
- 12What moments have been mine!
- 13Now half obscured by clouds of tears,
- 14Now bright in rays divine;
- 15Howe'er my future doom be cast,
- 16My soul, enraptured with the past,
- 17To one idea fondly clings;
- 18Friendship! that thought is all thine own,
- 19Worth worlds of bliss, that thought alone--
- 20"Friendship is Love without his wings!"
- 21Where yonder yew-trees lightly wave
- 22Their branches on the gale,
- 23Unheeded heaves a simple grave,
- 24Which tells the common tale;
- 25Round this unconscious schoolboys stray,
- 26Till the dull knell of childish play
- 27From yonder studious mansion rings;
- 28But here, whene'er my footsteps move,
- 29My silent tears too plainly prove,
- 30"Friendship is Love without his wings!"
- 31Oh, Love! before thy glowing shrine,
- 32My early vows were paid;
- 33My hopes, my dreams, my heart was thine,
- 34But these are now decay'd;
- 35For thine are pinions like the wind,
- 36No trace of thee remains behind,
- 37Except, alas! thy jealous stings.
- 38Away, away! delusive power,
- 39Thou shall not haunt my coming hour;
- 40Unless, indeed, without thy wings.
- 41Seat of my youth! thy distant spire
- 42Recalls each scene of joy;
- 43My bosom glows with former fire,--
- 44In mind again a boy.
- 45Thy grove of elms, thy verdant hill,
- 46Thy every path delights me still,
- 47Each flower a double fragrance flings;
- 48Again, as once, in converse gay,
- 49Each dear associate seems to say,
- 50"Friendship is Love without his wings!'
- 51My Lycus! wherefore dost thou weep?
- 52Thy falling tears restrain;
- 53Affection for a time may sleep,
- 54But, oh, 'twill wake again.
- 55Think, think, my friend, when next we meet,
- 56Our long-wished interview, how sweet!
- 57From this my hope of rapture springs;
- 58While youthful hearts thus fondly swell,
- 59Absence my friend, can only tell,
- 60"Friendship is Love without his wings!"
- 61In one, and one alone deceiv'd,
- 62Did I my error mourn?
- 63No--from oppressive bonds reliev'd,
- 64I left the wretch to scorn.
- 65I turn'd to those my childhood knew,
- 66With feelings warm, with bosoms true,
- 67Twin'd with my heart's according strings;
- 68And till those vital chords shall break,
- 69For none but these my breast shall wake
- 70Friendship, the power deprived of wings!
- 71Ye few! my soul, my life is yours,
- 72My memory and my hope;
- 73Your worth a lasting love insures,
- 74Unfetter'd in its scope;
- 75From smooth deceit and terror sprung,
- 76With aspect fair and honey'd tongue,
- 77Let Adulation wait on kings;
- 78With joy elate, by snares beset,
- 79We, we, my friends, can ne'er forget,
- 80"Friendship is Love without his wings!"
- 81Fictions and dreams inspire the bard,
- 82Who rolls the epic song;
- 83Friendship and truth be my reward--
- 84To me no bays belong;
- 85If laurell'd Fame but dwells with lies,
- 86Me the enchantress ever flies,
- 87Whose heart and not whose fancy sings;
- 88Simple and young, I dare not feign;
- 89Mine be the rude yet heartfelt strain,
- 90"Friendship is Love without his wings!"