I weep an old man's tears So quickly do I age, Old beyond my numbered years And on this dimming stage
I walk by sorrow hailed In the uncompassed night, The will to seek abruptly failed As failed the inner sight.
All joy has fled the heart As my beloved's breath, Dying I held her body close And felt the chill of death
Upon those cherished limbs, Yet could not feel her pain As she traversed alone those spheres Denied to mortal men.
And now the iris bloom And fragrant peonies flush The garden is a wonder-loom, Every tree and bush
A pedestal for song. In this enamoured air One cannot hold a sadness long Or burden of despair.
Poems Undated (1727)
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