1.
Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue Bright as thy mother"s in their hue; Those rosy lips, whose dimples play And smile to steal the heart away, Recall a scene of former joy, And touch thy father"s heart, my Boy!
2.
And thou canst lisp a father"s name-- Ah, William, were thine own the same,-- No self-reproach--but, let me cease-- My care for thee shall purchase peace; Thy mother"s shade shall smile in joy, And pardon all the past, my Boy!
3.
Her lowly grave the turf has prest, And thou hast known a stranger"s breast; Derision sneers upon thy birth, And yields thee scarce a name on earth; Yet shall not these one hope destroy,-- A Father"s heart is thine, my Boy!
4.
Why, let the world unfeeling frown, Must I fond Nature"s claims disown?
Ah, no--though moralists reprove, I hail thee, dearest child of Love, Fair cherub, pledge of youth and joy-- A Father guards thy birth, my Boy!
5.
Oh,"twill be sweet in thee to trace, Ere Age has wrinkled o"er my face, Ere half my gla.s.s of life is run, At once a brother and a son; And all my wane of years employ In justice done to thee, my Boy!
6.
Although so young thy heedless sire, Youth will not damp parental fire; And, wert thou still less dear to me, While Helen"s form revives in thee, The breast, which beat to former joy, Will ne"er desert its pledge, my Boy!
1807.
[First published in Moore"s "Life and Letters, etc.", 1830, i. 104.]
[Footnote 1: For a reminiscence of what was, possibly, an actual event, see "Don Juan", canto xvi. st. 61. He told Lady Byron that he had two natural children, whom he should provide for.]
QUERIES TO CASUISTS. [1]
The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning, And always are prating about and about it, But as Love of Existence itself"s the beginning, Say, what would Existence itself be without it?
They argue the point with much furious Invective, Though perhaps "twere no difficult task to confute it; But if Venus and Hymen should once prove defective, Pray who would there be to defend or dispute it?
BYRON.
[Footnote 1: From an autograph MS. (watermark 1805) at Newstead, now for the first time printed.]
SONG.[1]
1.
Breeze of the night in gentler sighs More softly murmur o"er the pillow; For Slumber seals my f.a.n.n.y"s eyes, And Peace must never shun her pillow.
2.
Or breathe those sweet aeolian strains Stolen from celestial spheres above, To charm her ear while some remains, And soothe her soul to dreams of love.