 | The Poems of Robert Fergusson |  |
The mighty Thund'rer on his saphire throne,
In mercy's robes attir'd, heard the sweet voice
Of female woe—soft as the moving song
Of Philomela 'midst the evening shades;
And thus return'd an answer to her pray'rs:
In mercy's robes attir'd, heard the sweet voice
Of female woe—soft as the moving song
Of Philomela 'midst the evening shades;
And thus return'd an answer to her pray'rs:
| The Poems of Robert Fergusson | |