GO, wed another! bear her to the homeThat once was mine, and let her there becomeSole empress, and the monitor of allThy regal throng, that shall attend her call.Make her mere wish a sceptre that shall wieldA rule complete, till all thy household yieldSubmissive 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, traceEach 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 pressedWithin thine own, so lovingly, while sleep,With opiate wings, above thy pillows sweep.But let not her,—thy nymph of slumber,—stealBeside thy couch, lest she should there unsealThe dreamy casket, and from thence discloseA vision that would mar thy sweet repose:A pale, sad face, with downcast, weeping eyes,Alone, neglected, while her tears and sighsTell, by their silence, what her lips ne'er spoke,—Of a fond heart that loved on till it broke!
