Or Autumn swells the lusty year;
Still flow my tears, still heave my sighs,
Philander—Delia—is not here!
When Winter the gay train employs,
In scenes of social mirth to blend;
Can I forget who shar’d those joys,
My Brother, Mistress, and my Friend?
Unheeded still the seasons roll,
Unmov’d each various change I see;
Can they relieve my troubled soul,