A moment more—and all is dark;
This orb, that beauteous shapes have brighten’d,
And lighted like a diamond spark,
Shall palsy, ne’er to be enlighten’d!
XVIII.
Then my last look shall be at you,
Ye blessed things that still I cherish;
’Tis well the latest things I view,
Should charm me, even as I perish!
Farewell, farewell; life’s dream is going;