LINESUPON SEEING ——At one of the annual Banquets given in Guildhall.Gorgeous and splendid was the sight;From myriad lamps a fairy lightEnshrin’d in wreaths the Gothic wall,And heav’nly music fill’d the hall!But there was one—(alas! that IHad ever seen)—the melodyHer voice surpassed, and brighter farHer eyes than ev’ry mimic star!I gaz’d, until, oh! thought divine!I fancied she I saw was mine;But soon the beauteous vision flew—The stranger-form I lov’d withdrew.Yet still she lives within my breast,There mem’ry has her form imprest:—Thus, when some minstrel’s strain is done,Sounds seem to breathe, for ever gone!
At one of the annual Banquets given in Guildhall.
Gorgeous and splendid was the sight;From myriad lamps a fairy lightEnshrin’d in wreaths the Gothic wall,And heav’nly music fill’d the hall!But there was one—(alas! that IHad ever seen)—the melodyHer voice surpassed, and brighter farHer eyes than ev’ry mimic star!I gaz’d, until, oh! thought divine!I fancied she I saw was mine;But soon the beauteous vision flew—The stranger-form I lov’d withdrew.Yet still she lives within my breast,There mem’ry has her form imprest:—Thus, when some minstrel’s strain is done,Sounds seem to breathe, for ever gone!