Gracious and calm whom nothing ever flutters, Who nought but what is frank and cordial utters ; Yet all was not e'en finish'd by that show, All wakeful guests such as the Bard to scare. CANTO V. LOVE. BUT now it still is left us to explain How Love durst venture in so rude a song, Although of that there are who won't complain A theme can't be obnoxious to reproaches As when two lovers see themselves observed And they feel inward pleasure from the way To wish them pastime what they would express; So should we now feel blest if your regard To see we're look'd on by the stranger met, We can't dispense with wishing you our friends, I This love sooth proves a mystery for all; It rather seems to justify the laugh 66 Resembling pap" say they, as if to chaff Why one should be all company, admired, And yet who never dives into your heart, As will another, all love, taught no part, And then that other, who can sing of her As loadstones draw the iron so will she One for resistance left without resource. Why palpitates your heart when she draws near? Why in her presence feel you so at rest? Forgetting doubts, misgivings, selfish fear, Or you may try vain reasonings with the spell, One of great Nature's wonders in our sphere Out of the million others, none alike, Oh happy is the man who has combined To have the same home, no less the same mind,1 But if the first of these main stays should be Must we the second without action see Avaunt the wretch who violates a bond, Who without grieving Heaven may yet be fond, Hymen without Love's bow is sometimes left, Guilty and stupid both must be the times, Yes, call him what you will, he has his rights, Oh why should men traduce the joy of life? That reasonable joy which hates man's strife, That makes them love the poor, the child, the youth, Enamour'd with one woman's humour, wit, As it is somewhat that in her they trace Which handsomeness diffuseth through the crowd, That makes them think they love the human race, Though not a word of this they say aloud. |