Nay, Bid Me Not Forswear That Bowl
Amelia Alderson Opie
1769 to 1853
Nay, bid me not forswear that bowl,
Through which alone I'm ever blest;
The charm that can despair controul,
And give my sleepless pillow rest!
With pleasure sober day denies,
Night's festive moments bless my lot;
Recall'd no more are love's vain sighs,
And e'en my scanty store's forgot.
Then let me quaff the nectar down.
Which makes me rich and makes me bold;
And bids me dare that passion own,
So long endured, but never told.
Too soon despair and day will come,
And I my dream of bliss resign;
Till then, avaunt my dreary home!
Here joy, and even hope, are mine.
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