Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
 | I. |
| II. |
 | Madmoments: or First Verseattempts |  |
THE BROOK.
How fresh yon brook flows murmuring along,Making sweet music to the distant ear
Of the wayworn and feverish traveller.
And tho' its Windings' scape the Eye, its Song
That warbles, birdlike, the bright Flowers among
And roundembosoming Trees, as he draws near,
Like to a gladsome Wellcome fresh and clear,
Comes waking in his pensive Breast a throng
Of happy recollections. Nature aye,
So Selfdisturbance banish not her sway,
Can offer consolation and a balm
To the bruised Heart: methinks I hear her say
«Come rest thee weary one: amid this calm
Take thyjust share of bliss, of thoughts that know no harm!
| Madmoments: or First Verseattempts | |