The Unpublished and Uncollected Poems of William Cowper ::

Muse, mark the much lamented day,
When like a Tempest feared,
First issuing on the last of May
“Thelyphthora” appeared.

That fatal eve I wandered late
And heard the voice of love;
The turtle thus address'd her mate,
And soothed the listening dove:

“Our mutual bond of faith and truth
No time shall disengage,
Those blessings of our early youth
Shall cheer our latest age:

“While innocence without disguise,
And constancy sincere,
Shall fill the circles of those eyes,
And mine can read them there:

“Those ills, that wait on all below,
Shall ne'er be left by me,
Or gently felt, and only so,
As being shared by thee.

“When lightnings flash among the trees,
Or kites are hovering near,
I fear lest thee alone they seize,
And know no other fear.

“'Tis then I feel myself a wife,
And press thy wedded side,
Resolved a union form'd for life
Death never shall divide.

“But oh! if fickle and unchaste
(Forgive a transient thought),
Thou could'st become unkind at last,
And scorn thy present lot,

“No need of lightnings from on high,
Or kites with cruel beak;
Denied the endearments of thine eye,
This widow'd heart would break.”

Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird,
Soft as the passing wind,
And I recorded what I heard,
A lesson for mankind.

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