Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel.
One loss is mine
Which thou too feels, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine On some frail bark in winter’s midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honoured poverty, thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,-
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be. 😔
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