Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
Lines:36Movement:Romanticism
Doubtless, sweet girl! the hissing lead, Wafting destruction o'er thy charmsAnd hurtling o'er thy lovely head, Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms. Surely some envious Demon's force, Vex'd to behold such beauty here,Impell'd the bullet's viewless course, Diverted from its first career. Yes! in that nearly fatal hour, The ball obey'd some hell-born guide;But Heaven, with interposing power, In pity turn'd the death aside. Yet, as perchance one trembling tear Upon that thrilling bosom fell;Which _I_, th' unconscious cause of fear, Extracted from its glistening cell;-- Say, what dire penance can atone For such an outrage, done to thee?Arraign'd before thy beauty's throne, What punishment wilt thou decree? Might I perform the Judge's part, The sentence I should scarce deplore;It only would restore a heart, Which but belong'd to _thee_ before. The least atonement I can make Is to become no longer free;Henceforth, I breathe but for thy sake, Thou shalt be _all in all_ to me. But thou, perhaps, may'st now reject Such expiation of my guilt;Come then--some other mode elect? Let it be death--or what thou wilt. Choose, then, relentless! and I swear Nought shall thy dread decree prevent;Yet hold--one little word forbear! Let it be aught but banishment.