Poems (Temple)/The Search after Love

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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 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.
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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.
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:
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.
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