 | The poetical works of Samuel Rogers |  |
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WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT.
1806.
While thro' the broken pane the tempest sighs,
And my step falters on the faithless floor,
Shades of departed joys around me rise,
With many a face that smiles on me no more;
With many a voice that thrills of transport gave,
Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave!
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