The Lament（3 / 3）

  shall kiss the distant western main.
  and when my nightly couch i try,
  sore harass'd out with care and grief,
  my toil-beat nerves, and tear-worn eye,
  keep watchings with the nightly thief:
  or if i slumber, fancy, chief,
  reigns, haggard—wild, in sore affright:
  ev'n day, all-bitter, brings relief
  from such a horror-breathing night.
  o thou bright queen, who o'er th' expanse
  now highest reign'st, with boundless sway
  oft has thy silent-marking glance
  observ'd us, fondly-wand'ring, stray!
  the time, unheeded, sped away,
  while love's luxurious pulse beat high,
  beneath thy silver-gleaming ray,
  to mark the mutual-kindling eye.
  oh! scenes in strong remembrance set!
  scenes, never, never to return!
  scenes, if in stupor i forget,
  again i feel, again i burn!
  from ev'ry joy and pleasure torn,
  life's weary vale i'll wander thro';
  and hopeless, comfortless, i'll mourn
  a faithless woman's broken vow! ↑返回顶部↑