To —— 'Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs'

TO ——

There is no clue to the identity of the person addressed and no date is affixed. It was published in the 1817 volume, and there follows the one addressed to his brother George.

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs

      Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell

      Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well

Would passion arm me for the enterprise:

But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;

      No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell;

      I am no happy shepherd of the dell

Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's eyes.

Yet must I dote upon thee,—call thee sweet,

      Sweeter by far than Hybla's honied roses

            When steep'd in dew rich to intoxication.

Ah! I will taste that dew, for me 't is meet,

      And when the moon her pallid face discloses,

            I 'll gather some by spells, and incantation.