"Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow's <br />"That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,, <br />"For thee my faithful endless passion glows." <br /> <br />- LEONARDO TO LAURA. <br /> <br /> <br />COLD blows the wind upon the mountain's brow; <br />In murmuring cadence wave the leafless woods; <br />The feath'ry tribe mope on the frozen bough, <br />And icy fetters hold the silent floods; <br />But endless spring the POET'S breast shall prove, <br />Whose GENIUS kindles at the torch of LOVE. <br /> <br />For HIM, unfading, blooms the fertile mind, <br />The current of the heart for ever flows; <br />Fearless His bosom braves the wintry wind, <br />While thro' each nerve, eternal summer glows; <br />In vain would chilling apathy controul, <br />The lambent fire that warms the lib'ral soul! <br /> <br />To me the limped brook, the painted mead, <br />The crimson dawn, the twilight's purple close; <br />The mirthful dance, the shepherd's tuneful reed, <br />The musky fragrance of the opening rose; <br />To me, alas! all pleasures senseless prove, <br />Save the sweet converse of the FRIEND I love.<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-leonardo/
