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William Cowper - Lines On The Death Of Sir William Russel
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Doomed, as I am, in solitude to waste
The present moments, and regret the past,
Deprived of every joy I valued most,
My friend torn from me, and my mistress lost,
Call not this gloom I wear, this anxious mien,
The dull effect of humor, or of spleen!
Still, still I mourn, with each returning day,
Him snatch`d by fate in early youth away;
And her -- thro` tedious years of doubt and pain,
Fix`d in her choice, and faithful -- but in vain!
O prone to pity, generous, and sincere,
Whose eye ne`er yet refus`d the wretch a tear;
Whose heart the real claim of friendship knows 
Nor thinks a lover`s are but fancied woes;
See me -- ere yet my destin`d course half done,
Cast forth a wand`rer on a world unknown!
See me neglected on the world`s rude coast,
Each dear companion of my voyage lost!
Nor ask why clouds of sorrow shade my brow,
And ready tears wait only leave to flow!
Why all that soothes a heart from anguish free
All that delights the happy -- palls with me!
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