The mourners’ choral dirge is heard to flow.
He, desolate, who could not long endure
This widowed world, forsook the upper air,
Seeking for death, pale sorrow’s only cure;
But found Elysian groves, and found her there,
With immortality—by love enjoyed,
To meaner hopes and hearts a cheerless void.
TO THE LADY FANNY PROBY.
London, July 31, 1823.