contents | previous | next Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes; Ye gentle Winds, that fan the balmy West, With the soft rippling tide of morning rise, And calm my bursting heart, as here I keep The vigil of the wretched! — Now away Fade the pale stars, as wavering o'er the deep Soft rosy tints announce another day, The day of Middle Summer! — Ah! in vain To those who mourn like me, does radiant June Lead on her fragrant hours; for hopeless pain Darkens with sullen clouds the Sun of Noon, And veil'd in shadows Nature's face appears To hearts o'erwhelm'd with grief, to eyes suffused with tears. |
