from The Bijou Literary Annual, 1828
author: By T.K. Hervey, Esq.
source date: 1828
edition published: 20170606
availability: Freely available via a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts

compiled by William Fraser
William Pickering London
1828
p. 76

Song

By T.K. Hervey, Esq.

COME, touch the harp, my gentle one!
And let the notes be sad and low,
Such as may breathe, in every tone,
The soul of long ago!
That smile of thine is all too bright
For aching hearts, and lovely years,
And, dearly as I love its light,
To- day I would have tears!

Yet weep not thus, my gentle girl!
No smile of thine has lost its spells;
By heaven! I love thy lightest curl,
Oh! more than fondly well!
Then touch the lyre, and let it wile
All thought of grief and gloom away,
While thou art by, with harp and smile,
I will not weep, to- day!