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adtumn's lament. |
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" Calmly," ye say : Then hide this solace in your breast, And think, that, in life's flowery May, >
She sunk to rest.
This thought imparts A balm, that bids your sorrows cease : Then take it to your stricken hearts—
She died in peace.
1613.
AUTUMN'S LAMENT. I come, but alas ! in my lonely track, There are no fond smiles to welcome me back; But many a heart in its loneliness grieves, ^.t the sound of my tread thro' the wither'd leaves.
I come with my tempest clouds dark and drear, And the cheek of loveliness blanches with fear; Then more gently I trace my lines of decay, And bright eyes distrustfully all turn away.
I spread o'er the forests a gorgeous dye, Like the saffron tints of the sunset sky; And the minstrel sings, with a plaintive lay, Of the things " that brighten to pass away."
I load ev'ry zephyr with odours sweet, From the flowers I trample beneath my feet; And the mellow haze on my wing is bright, But they call it a sad, unwelcome light. |
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