Poems foreverA grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood,To other thoughts by yonder throstle.
Poems foreverA grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood,To other thoughts by yonder throstle.
Poems foreverHigh above all a cloth of State was spred,And a rich throne, as bright as sunny day,On which there sate most brave embellishedWith royall robes and gorgeous array,A mayden Queene, that shone as Titans ray,In glistring gold, and.