Then, hoary time, while I'm supremely blessed,
Secure beneath thy plumy umbrage rest.
Say, spotless plume, if Damon bade thee go,
And aid this trembling hand to trace my woe?
Ah! if his fond requests are all forgot,
My flowing tears thy every line will blot!
Can he, deceitful, act a treacherous part?
Can he, remorseless, rend the faithful heart
These oft repeated words have made his own,
“Of all mankind, O love but me alone!”
Famed was his candor, long approved his worth;
I loved, admired, and gloried in the truth;
Then was the mutual sacred promise given!
Mine was sincere, and registered in heaven.
And aid me still, fair plume, with pride to own,
Of all mankind I love but him alone.
Old feeble Winter to gay Spring resigns
The infant year; for whom the rose-buds rend
Their verdant bands, and in the wreath she twines;
Their blushing charms with her blue violets blend;
No more a vest of snow the babe confines!
Light o'er his form she throws a robe of green,
Adorned with blossoms, gemmed with dew-drops sheen.
The crimson morn unbars her gates of gold,
Rousing the torpid songsters of the grove;
And while the russet sprays soft leaves unfold
The blithesome choir attune their notes to love.
In streams that now no icy fetters hold,
The fearless nymph her smiling infant laves,
While sun-beams sparkle on the tissued waves.
Charles Lamb is known today primarily for his Essays of Elia, published in the
London Magazine. His early poems appeared in 1796 and 1797 in a volume,
Poems, with those of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, a former schoolmate at
Christ's Hospital. He left school at age fifteen to become a clerk in the ac-
counting department of the East India Company, where he worked for