Supremely graceful in the wavy dance,
Wakes with a start such thoughts as slept perchance,
Hushed to repose by the long lullaby
Of many a fond complaint and heartfelt sigh:
Again the host of keen regrets advance;
Again I paint what Bessy might have been,
Since what she was I never can pourtray;
So soft, so splendid shone my Fairy Queen,
A star that glittered o’er my closing day,
A light from heaven, whose pure ethereal beam