The Hues Of Hopeless Agony & Hell
No Plummet Ever Sounds The Souls Affairs
There Death Eternal Never Sounds The Knell
There Love Imprisoned Sighs The Long Farewell
& Still May Sigh In Thoughts No Heart Hath Penned
Alone In Loneliness Where Sorrows Dwell
& Hopeless Hope Hopes On & Meets No End
Wastes Without Springs & Homes Without A Friend
Song
I think of thee at early day
& wonder where my love can be
& when the evening shadows grey
O how I think of thee
Along the meadow banks I rove
& down the flaggy fen
& hope my first & early love
To meet thee once agen
I think of thee at dewy morn
& at the sunny noon
& walks with thee—now left forlorn
Beneath the silent moon
I think of thee I think of all
How blest we both have been—
The sun looks pale upon the wall
& autumn shuts the scene
I can't expect to meet thee now
The winter floods begin
The wind sighs through the naked bough
Sad as my heart within
I think of thee the seasons through
In spring when flowers I see
In winters lorn & naked view
I think of only thee
While life breaths on this earthly ball
What e'er my lot may be
Wether in freedom or in thrall
Mary I think of thee
As couzin unto thine
& oft thy nameless sprigs have got
To wish it well with mine
When trodden down where cuddys went
Ive propt thee up agen
& tyed thee with a propping bent
Like worthless scorning men
When moles their new hills threw about
& hid thy flowers from day
Ive stooped to get my couzin out
& bared the moulds away
& know I meet thee still the same
Supprise grows warm agen
Thou little friend with out a name
Behind the hills as then
Thy little chickweed gently flowers
& out of every wind
While cows & sheep all blooms devours
They [s]till leave thee behind
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