To M L F; Expecting to See Her Again After a Long Interval
How many wasting, many wasted years,
Have run their round, since I beheld your face!
In Memory's dim eye it yet appears
Crown'd, as it then seem'd, with a cheerful grace,
Young prattling maiden, on the Thames' fair side,
Enlivening pleasant Sunbury with your smiles.
Time may have changed you: coy reserve, or pride,
To sullen looks reduced those mirthful wiles,
I will not 'bate one inch on that clear brow,
But take of Time a rigorous account
When next I see you; and Maria now
Must be the thing she was . To what amount
These verses else? — All hollow and untrue —
This was not writ, these lines not meant, for You .
Have run their round, since I beheld your face!
In Memory's dim eye it yet appears
Crown'd, as it then seem'd, with a cheerful grace,
Young prattling maiden, on the Thames' fair side,
Enlivening pleasant Sunbury with your smiles.
Time may have changed you: coy reserve, or pride,
To sullen looks reduced those mirthful wiles,
I will not 'bate one inch on that clear brow,
But take of Time a rigorous account
When next I see you; and Maria now
Must be the thing she was . To what amount
These verses else? — All hollow and untrue —
This was not writ, these lines not meant, for You .
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