Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XXXVIII. TO MY SONG.
Fawn of my deer-swift Thought! that wert most youngAnd bounded o'er the meadows of delight,
Dew-freshen'd herbs and pleasant flowers among,
With choice of cool shade or of sunshine bright:
What hath befallen thy rejoicing state,
That thou dost gambol on the sward no more,
But still at early morn and evening late
Crouch on the sod where thou didst leap before?
A blight is on thy place of revelry,
And thou dost pluck up hemlock with thy food;
That well may sick death overdim thine eye
When poison mingles with thine infant blood:
Ah! muddy are the streams thy thirst that slake;
And thou hast honours—but they branch, to break.
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