Over my Cottage

3



The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch;

But Prudence sits upon the watch;

Nor Dun nor Doctor lifts the latch!





4





Est meum et est tuum, amice! at si amborum nequit esse,

Sit meum, amice, precor: quia certe sum mage pauper.



'Tis mine and it is likewise yours;

        But and if this will not do,

Let it be mine, because that I

        Am the poorer of the Two!





5



Names do not always meet with Love,

And Love wants courage without a name.



6



The Moon, how definite its orb!

Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze—

'Tis there indeed,—but where is it not?—

It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven,

Trees, herbage, snake-like stream, unwrinkled Lake,

Whose very murmur does of it partake!





7



Such love as mourning Husbands have

To her whose Spirit has been newly given

To her guardian Saint in Heaven—

Whose Beauty lieth in the grave—