Was ever form so exquisitely fair?
Yes, once there was a form thus heavenly bright,
But now ’tis veil’d in everlasting night;
Each glory which that lovely face could boast,
And every charm, in traceless dust is lost;
An unregarded heap of ruin lies
That form which lately drew ten thousand eyes.
What once was courted, lov’d, adored, and prais’d,
Now mingles with the dust from whence ’twas raised.
No more soft dimpling smiles those cheeks adorn,