Courting dull melancholy’s devious shade;
While misery and grief usurp’d my mind,
And dark despair my every thought pourtray’d.
The neighbouring dells responsive to each moan,
Vibrate each sigh and echo’d groan for groan:
Wrapt in affliction, stranger to repose,
In solitude’s dark cell wept o’er my woes;
’Till lovely Clara’s heaven-born lyre
With melting softness and Apollo’s fire
Expell’d the ebon shades of darken’d night,