ELEGIAC SONNET.
Ye worldly, hence! that have not drank the stream
Of deep affliction at the fountain head;
That have not fondly gaz’d the dying---dead!
’Till the set eye refus’d the conscious gleam
That fed Affection with its parting beam;
Nor kiss’d the cold lips, whence the spirit fled,
Of her you lov’d beyond a poets dream:
And who but lately blest your genial bed!---
This, has the mourner at Amelia’s tomb;