Classic Poem

I.

Come, let us climb S KORR-URRAN'S snowy top;
Cold , as it seems, it is less cold, than you:
Thin, thro' its snow , these lambs its heath-twigs crop;
Your snow, more hostile, starves, and freezes, too.

II.

What, tho' I lov'd, of late, in Skey's fair isle!
And blush'd — and bow'd — and shrunk from K ENZA'S eye!
All, she had power to hurt with, was her smile ;
But 'tis a frown of yours, for which I die.

III.

Ask, why these herds , beneath us, rush, so fast,
On the brown sea-ware's stranded heaps, to feed?
Winter , like you , with-holds their wish'd repast ,
And, robb'd of genial grass , they brouze on weed .

IV.

Mark, with what tuneful haste S HELEILA flows,
To mix its wid'ning stream, in Donnan 's lake!
Yet, should some dam the current's course oppose,
It must, per-force, a less-lov'd passage take.

V.

Born, like your body , for a spirit's claim,
Trembling, I wait, unsoul'd, 'till YOU inspire:
God has prepar'd the lamp , and bids it flame ,
But you, fair Dorna , have with-held the fire .

VI.

High, as yon pine , when you begin to speak ,
My light'ning heart leaps, hopeful, at the sound ,
But, fainting at the sense , falls, void, and weak,
And sinks, and saddens, like yon mossy ground.

VII.

All that I taste, or touch, or see, or hear;
Nature's whole breadth reminds me but of you!
Ev'n heav'n itself would your sweet likeness wear,
If, with its pow'r , you had its mercy , too.