The Despairing Lover

Miss Porden

Amid this festive scene so gay
Why heave I thus unbidden sighs?
Why turn from every nymph away?
Yet cast around my anxious eyes?

What do I seek? A gayer scene,
Has fancy’s magic e’er displayed?
More melting strains the heart to win?
Or nymph in brighter charms arrayed?

Why burst again the unbidden sigh?
Yes! there is one, more lovely far,
’Tis her I seek with anxious eye
Her brilliant as the morning star.

But her alas I seek in vain — 
My bosom disappointment sours
Has left me but the thorn of pain
And crushed of love the opening flowers.