 | The Fall of the Leaf |  |
XXIII.
As thus in sighs she mourns th' unconscious dead,
The beauteous Bridesmaid droops her aching head;
Tears down her cheeks, in copious volumes roll,
And sighs unnumber'd from her bosom stole.
The beauteous Bridesmaid droops her aching head;
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And sighs unnumber'd from her bosom stole.
—As thus in all the eloquence of woe,
Which words, and sighs, and copious tears can shew,
The nymph bends over him, her bosom burns—
For lo! the colour in his cheek returns!
At first the heart begins to beat;
The hands are next surcharged with heat;
And now his lips begin to shew,
Where glossy beds of pearl do grow.
At length, the youth, his eyelids opening wide,
Beheld a lady weeping by his side!
Which words, and sighs, and copious tears can shew,
The nymph bends over him, her bosom burns—
For lo! the colour in his cheek returns!
At first the heart begins to beat;
The hands are next surcharged with heat;
And now his lips begin to shew,
Where glossy beds of pearl do grow.
At length, the youth, his eyelids opening wide,
Beheld a lady weeping by his side!
| The Fall of the Leaf | |