My Fond Sweet Blue-Eyed Maid

My Fond Sweet Blue-Eyed Maid

I

Though in a distant clime I roam,

By Fate exiled from thee;

And tho' the sweets of native home

Are thus estranged from me;

Yet oh! e'en in my gloomiest hour

I've a joy that can console

Me, and calm the storms of grief that lour

The sun-shine of my soul!

II

Fond Fancy, sweet enchantress,

Oft with her visions gay,

Does chase my sad heart's dreariness

And banish it far away;

I dream of that e'er-lovely scene

Where in life's morning hour,

We fondly loitered on the green And cull'd each rosy flower.

III

I dream-- I steal the silent kiss,

Tho' tremble while I take,

Like am'rous moon-beams that embrace

And kiss you silvery lake:

I dream-- I see those azure eyes

Dance star-like in that face,

That face the better Paradise,

Where Ang'ls sigh t' pass days!

IV

When wildly comes the tempest on,

When Patience with a sigh

The dreadful thunder-storm does shun

And leave me 'lone to die;

I dream-- and see my bonny maid;

Sudden smiling in my heart;

And oh! she revives my spirit dead

And bids the tempest part!

V

I smile-- I gin to live again

And wonder that I live;

O' tho' flung in an ocean of pain

I have moments to cease to grieve!

Dear one! tho Time shall run his race,

Tho' life decay and fade,

Yet I shall love, nor love thee less,

"My fond sweet blue-eyed maid!"

-28th March 1841

Kidderpore
Poem no: 01