THE ADIEU AND RECALL TO LOVE. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 69-71.

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THE ADIEU AND RECALL TO LOVE . GO , idle boy , I quit thy power , Thy couch of many a thorn and flower , Thy twanging bow , thine arrow keen , Deceitful Beauty's timid mien ; The feign'd surprise , the roguish leer , The tender smile , the thrilling tear , Have now no pangs — no joys for me , So , fare thee well , for I am free ! Then flutter hence on wanton wing , Or lave thee in yon lucid spring , Or take thy beverage from the rose , Or on Louisa's breast repose , I wish thee well for pleasures past , Yet bless the hour I'm free at last ! But sure methinks the alter'd day Scatters around a mournful ray ; And chilly every zephyr blows , And every stream untuneful flows . No rapture swells the linnet's voice , No more the vocal groves rejoice ; And e'en thy song , sweet bird of eve With whom I lov'd so oft to grieve , Now , scarce regarded , meets my ear Unanswer'd by a sigh or tear ; No more with devious steps I choose To brush the mountain's morning dews ; " To drink the spirit of the breeze , " Or wander midst o'er-arching trees ; Or woo with undisturb'd delight The palecheek'd Virgin of the night , That , peering through the leafy bower , Throws on the ground a silver shower . Alas ! is all this boasted ease To lose each warm desire to please ? No sweet solicitude to know For other's bliss , for other's woe , A frozen apathy to find — A sad vacuity of mind ? O ! hasten back , thou heavenly boy , And with thine anguish bring thy joy ; Return with all thy torments here , And let me hope , and doubt , and fear ; O ! rend my heart with every pain , But let me , let me love again !