Poem by Laura Sophia Temple

The Search after Love

I read of the gay smile of Love,
    I hear of its mischievous flame,
But vainly my fancy has strove
    To believe in the fabulous name.

I question my infidel breast,
    Yet spy not a trace of it there,
As yet every pulse is at rest,
    Unknown to the throbbings of care.

I gaze on the warm-beaming light,
    Of Beauty's all-conquering eye;
I gaze,--but the frenzying sight
    Ne'er wakes in my bosom a sigh.

I muse on the murdering smile
    Of youth's deep and varying rose,
But vainly it strives to beguile,
    Or ruin my reason's repose:

And vain are the efforts of wit
    To make me experience a smart;
My brain for a moment is smit,
    But I find not a sting in my heart.

1. Sonnet 1. To the Evening Gale
2. The Murderer
3. The Exile
4. Lines Written on Reading Young's Night Thoughts--
5. The Hindoo Lover's Address

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