Where, oh ! where, on his restless wing...

Where, oh! where, on his restless wing, Hath the spirit of Love been wandering?-- I have been where passionate hearts beat high Beneath the glow of an Eastern heav'n, And break with the wild intensity, Of governless feelings, which I have giv'n;-- Where glances, bright as the star-beams, flash From under the shade of the fringing lash, Which mellows the light of the lustrous eyes, Within the depth of whose darkness lies, --"With pow'r to soften--subdue--and bless,--" The soul of eloquent tenderness;-- Where lips, which even in silence speak, Are only match'd by the rose-touch'd cheek, And the pure, white brow, where the softest blue Of the delicate veins is shining through. And I linger'd o'er isles of beauty, set Like gems, in old Ocean's coronet, Peopled by forms, which seem'd but wrought, From the fairest dreams of a poet's thought, They were so lovely !-- Young spirit! still Chainless rove over the world at will, But ne'er again in thy roamings come To make my bosom thy passing home: Though rapture dwell in thy sunny smile Despair comes fast on thy steps the while!