On Seeing a white rose on a Lady's Breast

It was a fragrant tender flower
that in the snowy bosom lay
Of me fair maid whose charms have power
To wile a cynic's heart away
And envied I that blossom gay
Its pillow on sweet Mary's breast
Where evermore I'd lain delay
And be beloved, remembered best.

To Mary Emmaline

On a sandy beach I lay at rest
And watched the bounding sea
With its scattered sails and billows dressed
In white foam leaping free.T'was a sublime scene, a vision rare
Just sweeter wert thou nigh
With thy Autumn wealth of wind-tossed hair
And sparkling azure eye