Thou glorious sun, unused to set or rise
But as the witness of my daily fear;
Ye wandering birds, ye flocks and ranging deer,
Exempt from my consuming agonies;
Thou sunny stream to whom my sorrow flies
'Mid savage rocks and wilds, no human traces near.
O witnesses eternal, how I live!
My sufferings hear, and win to their relief
That scornful beauty--tell her how I grieve!
But little 'tis to her to hear my grief.