To Caroline
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Title
To Caroline
Description
I gaze upon that lovely cheek,
Called from my native home awhile
By beauty's seal imprest,
But dare not let my glances speakThe love that thrills my breast;
For ah! too well, too well I knowThou never canst be mine;
I gaze - and tears unbidden flowYea, tears, my Caroline!
And yet how weak! how vain!
By thee the tale shall ne'er be heard,By me be breathed again
I would not cause they bosom trueOne moment to repine;
No, by the wealth of rich Peru,I would not Caroline!
And then they beauty's dye,
Thy worth, that shrunk from every gaze,And yet charmed every eye;
These in my breast the love awokeWhich never can decline
No - till this throbbing heart is broke,'Twill love thee, Caroline!
Called from my native home awhile
Across the stormy main,
Another suitor won thy smile,And I returned - in vain!
Not thee - but Fate - my words reprove,For ne're a sigh of mine
Disclosed to listening ear the loveI bear for Caroline.
Ne'er slight this happy lot -
Because he loves I hate him now,How deeply should he not!
But no; till those who dwell in heavenFor earthly joys repine,
Can he prove false to whom is givenThe love of Caroline.
As thou deservest to be,
I do not but the saints above,Themselves might envy thee;
Yon moon to which I turn my eyes,On fairest forms may shine,
But, in her circuit through the skies,None sweet as Caroline.
The love I bear for thee
Shall sleep - but no! it cannot sleepTill I have ceas'd to be:
And when at length beneath the sodThis aching frame recline,
My soul ascending to its God,Shall pray for Caroline.
Creator
Mr. Canning
Source
1:37, p. 148
Date
1827.11.23
Contributor
The following Stanza, from a recent London paper, have been spoken of as a youthful effusion from the pen of the late Premier of England.
Collection
Citation
Mr. Canning, “To Caroline,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/89.
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