POEMS.

1

And since thy heart I cannot share,

Relieve me, what f am, thy friend.

And who so cold as look on thee.

Thou lovely wand’rer, and he less ? .

Nor he , what man should ever he,

The friend of lleauty in distress ?

Ah! who would think that form had pastThrough Danger s most destructive path.Had brav’d the dealh-wing’d tempest's blast.And 'scap’d a tyrant’s fiercer wrath t*

Lady! when I shall view the wallsVVhere free liyzantium once arose;

And Stamhoul s Oriental halls

The Turkish tyrants now enclose;

Though mightiest in the lists of fame,

That glorious city still shall be;

On me ’twill hold a dearer claim,

As spot of thy nativity:

And though I hid thee now farewell,

Wh en 1 behold that wond’rous scene.

Since where thou art I may not dwell,

'Twill soothe to be, where thou hast been.

SepUmbtr * iHo<).