Slow as the fragrant whisper creeps Along the lilied Vale, The alter'd Eye of Conquest weeps, And ruthless War grows pale Relenting that his Heart forsook 25 Soft Concord of auspicious Look, And Love, and social Poverty; The Family of tender Fears, The Sigh, that saddens and endears, And Cares, that sweeten Joy. 30 Then cease, thy frantic Tumults cease, Ambition, Sire of War! Nor o'er the mangled Corse of Peace Urge on thy scythéd Car. And oh! that Reason's voice might swell 35 With whisper'd Airs and holy Spell To rouse thy gentler Sense, As bending o'er the chilly bloom The Morning wakes its soft Perfume With breezy Influence. 40 1792. FOOTNOTES: [35:2] These lines, first published in the _Watchman_ (No. IV, March 25, 1796, _signed_ G. A. U. N. T.), were included in the volume of MS. Poems presented to Mrs. Estlin in April, 1795. They were never claimed by Coleridge or assigned to him, and are now collected for the first time. LINENOTES: Title] A Morning Effusion Watchman. [4] Comfort] solace W. [13] fretful] fretting MS. E. [16] mourning] lonely W. [17] her] its W. [18] languid] waning W. [19] Hangs] Bends W. [21-2] As slow the whisper'd measure creeps Along the steaming Vale. W. [24] grows] turns W. [31] Tumults] outrage W. [32] Thou scepter'd Demon, WAR W. [35] oh] ah W. [38] chilly] flowrets' W. A LOVER'S COMPLAINT TO HIS MISTRESS[36:1] WHO DESERTED HIM IN QUEST OF A MORE WEALTHY HUSBAND IN THE EAST INDIES The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky: 'Tis silence all. By lonely anguish torn, With wandering feet to gloomy groves I fly, And wakeful Love still tracks my course forlorn. And will you, cruel Julia! will you go? 5 And trust you to the Ocean's dark dismay? Shall the wide wat'ry world between us flow? And winds unpitying snatch my Hopes away? Thus could you sport with my too easy heart? Yet tremble, lest not unaveng'd I grieve! 10 The winds may learn your own delusive art, And faithless Ocean smile--but to deceive! 1792. FOOTNOTES: [36:1] First published in 1893, from _MS. Letter_, Feb. 13 [1792]. WITH FIELDING'S 'AMELIA'[37:1]