Young Peri of the West! - 't is well for me My loveless eye unmoved may gaze on thee, Happier, that while all younger hearts shall bleed, To those whose admiration shall succeed, But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed. Oh! let that eye, which, wild as the gazelle's This much, dear maid, accord; nor question why Such is thy name with this my verse entwined; Of him who hailed thee, loveliest as thou wast, Such is the most my memory may desire; Though more than Hope can claim, could Friendship less require ? OH, thou! in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth, Muse! formed or fabled at the minstrel's will! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth, Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill: Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill; Yes! sighed o'er Delphi's long-deserted shrine, Where, save that feeble fountain, all is still; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale - this lowly lay of mine. II. Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth, Sore given to revel and ungodly glee; Few earthly things found favor in his sight And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree. III. Childe Harold was he hight: - but whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say; Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame, And had been glorious in another day: IV. Childe Harold basked him in the noon-tide sun, Disporting there like any other fly; Nor deemed before his little day was done One blast might chill him into misery. But long ere scarce a third of his passed by, He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell, Which seemed to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell. V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run, Nor made atonement when he did amiss, |