Ah! let not hope fallacious, airy, wild,
Illusive rays amid the tempest blend!
No more my soul with varied feelings rend,
Soft sensibility - refinement's child!
May apathy her wand ablivious spread
Steeped in lethean waves, with poppies twined,
And gently bending o'er my languid head,
To long repose beguile a wayward mind.
While keen reflection throbs in every vein,
Thy aid oblivion, vainly I implore!
This heart shall tremble with the sense of pain,
Till death's cold hand a lasting peace restore.
Ah' say can reason's feebler power control,
The finer movements of the feeling soul?
Illusive rays amid the tempest blend!
No more my soul with varied feelings rend,
Soft sensibility - refinement's child!
May apathy her wand ablivious spread
Steeped in lethean waves, with poppies twined,
And gently bending o'er my languid head,
To long repose beguile a wayward mind.
While keen reflection throbs in every vein,
Thy aid oblivion, vainly I implore!
This heart shall tremble with the sense of pain,
Till death's cold hand a lasting peace restore.
Ah' say can reason's feebler power control,
The finer movements of the feeling soul?