Lyre of the sonnet, that full many a time Amused my lassitude, and soothed my pains, When graver cares forbade the @3lengthened@1 strains, To thy brief bound, and oft-returning chime A long farewell! -- the splendid forms of rhyme When Grief in lonely orphanism reigns, Oppress the drooping Soul. -- Death's dark domains Throw mournful shadows o'er the Aonian clime; For in their silent borne my filial bands Lie all dissolved; -- and swiftly wasting pour From my frail glass of life, health's sparkling sands. Sleep then, my Lyre, thy tuneful tasks are o'er, Sleep! for my heart bereaved, and listless hands Wake with rapt touch thy glowing strings no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL STREET LANTERNS by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TO A CAT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO HUSH OF TWILIGHT by G. KENYON ASHENDEN KNOWLEDGE AFTER DEATH by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 46 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |