Has Time a changeling made of thee?
Oh! no; and thou art all to me:
He bares the forest, but his pow'rs
Impair not love like ours.

Tho' sever'd from each other's sight,
When once we meet we shall unite,
As dew-drops down the lily run,
And, touching, blend in one.

For thee this bosom learnt to grieve,
Another never made it heave;
When present, oh! it was thy throne,
And, absent, thine alone.

Then may my trembling pilgrim feet
In safety find thy lov'd retreat!
And, if I'm doom'd to drop with care,
Still let me perish there!

(C) John Carr (sir)
06/29/2019


Best Poems of John Carr (Sir)

• Lines To Miss ---- ,
• An Indian Massacre-song.
• A Song. The Lover The Lute Of His Deceased Mistress.
• Epigram On The Grave Of Robespierre.
• Lines To Miss E. Atkinson, On Her Presenting The Author With An Irish Pebble.
• Impromptu Lines Upon A Very Handsome Woman Keeping The Hotel De Lion Blanc, At Dantzig.
• Lines To An Accomplished Young Lady,
• Song.
• Valentine Verses, Sent To My Young Friend, Miss Emma Trevelyan, Of Wallington-house, Northumberland.
• Verses On An Autumnal Leaf.
• Lines To A Robin.
• Lines Written In A Cottage By The Sea-side
• Lines Written Upon Seeing A Blind Young Woman In North Wales,
• Lines To Annette.
• Lines Written At Kilkenny, On The Theatricals Of That City.
• Lines To Health, Upon The Recovery Of A Friend From A Dangerous Illness.
• Song. The Words Adapted To "the Cossaka," One Of The Most Ancient Of The Russ Airs.
• Lines To The Memory Of Mrs. A.h. Holdsworth, Late Of Mount Galpin, Devonshire.
• Epigram On The Author And Eliza Frequently Differing In Opinion.
• Lines To Mrs. B ---- , At Bristol Hot Wells