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Poet of
Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart
which never may return:
Childhood and youth,
friendship, and love's first glow,
Have fled like
sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common
woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st,
yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star whose
light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's
midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge
stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In
honoured poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate
to truth and liberty.
Deserting these, thou leavest
me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst
cease to be.
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