Her cheek is cold as ashes;
Nor love’s own kiss shall wake those eyes
To lift their silken lashes.
LOVE AND MADNESS.
AN ELEGY.
WRITTEN IN 1795.
Hark! from the battlements of yonder tower[76]
The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour!
Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,
Poor Broderick[77] wakes—in solitude to weep!