Love's Last Adieu
Aeì d' aeí me pheugei.
ANACREON
- 1The roses of Love glad the garden of life,
- 2Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew,
- 3Till Time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife,
- 4Or prunes them for ever, in Love's last adieu!
- 5In vain, with endearments, we soothe the sad heart,
- 6In vain do we vow for an age to be true;
- 7The chance of an hour may command us to part,
- 8Or Death disunite us, in Love's last adieu!
- 9Still Hope, breathing peace, through the grief-swollen breast,
- 10Will whisper, "Our meeting we yet may renew:"
- 11With this dream of deceit, half our sorrow's represt,
- 12Nor taste we the poison, of Love's last adieu!
- 13Oh! mark you yon pair, in the sunshine of youth,
- 14Love twin'd round their childhood his flow'rs as they grew;
- 15They flourish awhile, in the season of truth,
- 16Till chill'd by the winter of Love's last adieu!
- 17Sweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way,
- 18Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue?
- 19Yet why do I ask?--to distraction a prey,
- 20Thy reason has perish'd, with Love's last adieu!
- 21Oh! who is yon Misanthrope, shunning mankind?
- 22From cities to caves of the forest he flew:
- 23There, raving, he howls his complaint to the wind;
- 24The mountains reverberate Love's last adieu!
- 25Now Hate rules a heart which in Love's easy chains,
- 26Once Passion's tumultuous blandishments knew;
- 27Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins,
- 28He ponders, in frenzy, on Love's last adieu!
- 29How he envies the wretch, with a soul wrapt in steel!
- 30His pleasures are scarce, yet his troubles are few,
- 31Who laughs at the pang that he never can feel,
- 32And dreads not the anguish of Love's last adieu!
- 33Youth flies, life decays, even hope is o'ercast;
- 34No more, with Love's former devotion, we sue:
- 35He spreads his young wing, he retires with the blast;
- 36The shroud of affection is Love's last adieu!