ON ACCOUNT OF THE IMAGINARY FLIGHT OF HER SUITOR. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, heartless dove! mount in the skies, <br />Spread thy soft wing upon the gale, <br />Or on thy sacred pinions rise, <br />Nor brood with silence in the vale. <br /> <br /> <br />Breathe on the air thy plaintive note, <br />Which oft has filled the lonesome grove, <br />And Iet thy melting ditty float-- <br />The dirge of long lamented love. <br /> <br /> <br />Coo softly to the silent ear, <br />And make the floods of grief to roll; <br />And cause by love the sleeping tear, <br />To wake with sorrow from the soul <br /> <br /> <br />Is it the loss of pleasures past <br />Which makes thee droop thy sounding wing? <br />Does winter's rough, inclement blast <br />Forbid thy tragic voice to sing? <br /> <br /> <br />Is it because the Fragrant breeze <br />Along the sky forbears to flow-- <br />Nor whispers low amidst the trees, <br />Whilst all the vallies frown below? <br /> <br /> <br />Why should a frown thy soul alarm, <br />And tear thy pleasures from thy breast? <br />Or veil the smiles of every charm, <br />And rob thee of thy peaceful rest. <br /> <br /> <br />Perhaps thy sleeping love may wake, <br />And hear thy penitential tone; <br />And suffer not thy heart to break, <br />Nor let a princess grieve alone. <br /> <br /> <br />Perhaps his pity may return, <br />With equal feeling from the heart, <br />And breast with breast together burn, <br />Never--no, never more to part. <br /> <br /> <br />Never, till death's resistless blow, <br />Whose call the dearest must obey-- <br />In twain together then may go, <br />And thus together dwell for aye. <br /> <br /> <br />Say to the suitor, Come away, <br />Nor break the knot which love has tied-- <br />Nor to the world thy trust betray, <br />And fly forever from thy bride.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-silence-of-a-young-lady/
