06.05.2012, 11:41
TO A. E. L.
"Sweet are the uses of adversity."
I LOOKED, complaining, on the fall of night,
I watched the ebbing of the sunset fires,
And grieving saw the rosy mountain spires
Each after each from my bereav'd sight
In gloom withdraw; and for the cheerful light,
And for the music of the woodland choirs,
And all the joy that with the sun retires,
I mourned, and fain from western height to height
Was I to follow in the golden wake
Of day; and so my heart with heaviness
Was overcome, till sudden there did break
The solace of the stars on my distress:
So, like a star, thy soul, methought, doth make
A light the clearer as the day grows less.
"Sweet are the uses of adversity."
I LOOKED, complaining, on the fall of night,
I watched the ebbing of the sunset fires,
And grieving saw the rosy mountain spires
Each after each from my bereav'd sight
In gloom withdraw; and for the cheerful light,
And for the music of the woodland choirs,
And all the joy that with the sun retires,
I mourned, and fain from western height to height
Was I to follow in the golden wake
Of day; and so my heart with heaviness
Was overcome, till sudden there did break
The solace of the stars on my distress:
So, like a star, thy soul, methought, doth make
A light the clearer as the day grows less.