Recreations for Solitary Hours
A Thoughtful View
A Thoughtful View.
Why yonder turns my wistful eye?
Why heaves my bosom with a sigh?
As from this window I espy
For now what beauty can be found,
On Nature's cheerless aspect round,
While winter's barren fields surround
Then what is't that attracts mine eye?
Is't yon bleak hill or cloudy sky?
Or is't the garden freezing by
These no attractions can impart,
Like those which influence my heart,
While ardent feelings make thus smart
Ah, partial Fortune must I 'gin
To woo thee now, or strive to win
The lovely maid that dwells within
No:—Proud disdain has shut the door,
To bend, to flatter, I abhor,—
Nor can I ever visit more
Farewell!—But ah! it gives me pain,
That word I could retract again,
While to forget is only vain
It must be so—though feeling's sway,
To farewell's voice would answer nay:
Why should my spirit thus give way
But hold!—Is't true what now I've heard?
Or has malicious Slander dared,
To wound with falsehood's disregard
Here must I pause:—Heav'n hear my prayer!
May she in every blessing share,—
Oh, ward from all usurping care