The Lament（1 / 3）

  the lament
  occasioned by the unfortunate issue of a friend's amour.
  alas! how oft does goodness would itself,
  and sweet affection prove the spring of woe!
  home.
  o thou pale orb that silent shines
  while care-untroubled mortals sleep!
  thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
  and wanders here to wail and weep!
  with woe i nightly vigils keep,
  beneath thy wan, unwarming beam;
  and mourn, in lamentation deep,
  how life and love are all a dream!
  i joyless view thy rays adorn
  the faintly-marked, distant hill;
  i joyless view thy trembling horn,
  reflected in the gurgling rill:
  my fondly-fluttering heart, be still!
  thou busy pow'r, remembrance, cease!
  ah! must the agonizing thrill
  for ever bar returning peace!
  no idly-feign'd, poetic pains,
  my sad, love-lorn lamentings claim:
  no shepherd's pipe-arcadian strains;
  no fabled tortures, quaint and tame.
  the plighted faith, the mutual flame,
  the oft-attested pow'rs above,
  the promis'd father's tender name;
  these were the pledges of my love!
  encircled in her clasping arms, ↑返回顶部↑