That thy augmented current doth o’erflow,
And hasten on an unaccustomed course;
O laden air, whose gathered mists allay
And temper heaven’s shining to these eyes,
Return my weary heart her many sighs,
And cloudless leave the countenance of day.
Earth, render to my feet their steps again,
Along the track they trod let grass grow green;
Restore, deaf Echo, my petitions vain;
And ye, alas! unmovèd eyes serene!