Tell her, too, she must not be
Longer flowing, longer free,
That so oft has fetter'd me.
Say, it she's fretful, I have bands
Of pearl and gold to bind her hands;
Tell her, if she struggle still,
I have myrtle rods at will,
For to tame though not to kill.
Take thou my blessing thus, and go,
And tell her this,--but do not so!
Lest a handsome anger fly
Like a lightning from her eye,
And burn thee up as well as I.
_Herrick._
THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'D.
The tear fell gently from her eye,
When last we parted on the shore;
My bosom heav'd with many a sigh,
To think I ne'er might see her more.
"Dear youth," she cried,
"and canst thou haste away?
My heart will break; a little moment stay.
Alas, I cannot, I cannot part from thee.
The anchor's weigh'd,
farewell! remember me."
"Weep not, my love," I trembling said,
"Doubt not a constant heart like mine;
I ne'er can meet another maid,
Whose charms can fix
that heart like thine!"
"Go, then," she cried, "but let thy constant mind
Oft think of her you leave in tears behind.
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