XI

XI [1] 

Ye dear associates of my gayer hours
Ah whither are you gone? on what light wing
Is Fancy fled? mute is the dulcet string
Of long-lost Hope? no more her magic powers
Scatter o'er my lorn path fallacious flowers,5
As she was wont with glowing hand to fling,
Loading with fragrance the soft gales of Spring,
While fondly pointing to fresh blooming bowers,
Now faded, with each dazzling view of bright
Delusive pleasure; never more return10
Ye vain ideal visions of delight!
For in your absence I have learned to mourn;
To bear the torch of Truth with steady sight,
And weave the cypress for my future urn.

Notes

[1] EDITOR'S NOTE: "Ye dear associates of my gayer hours" is printed as "Sonnet" in Psyche, with Other Poems (undated) and Mary, where it is titled "Sonnet" and dated 1800. BACK

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