The Poetical Works of Robert Story | ||
7
Hushed the World.
1819.
Hushed the world in slumber stilly,
Rime is glistening on the lea,
Midnight's moon is lighting, chilly,
Roddam's every tower and tree.
By each cherished hope deserted—
Hopeless—still I think on thee;
Round thy dwelling, broken-hearted,
Wander—for 'tis sweet to me!
Rime is glistening on the lea,
Midnight's moon is lighting, chilly,
Roddam's every tower and tree.
By each cherished hope deserted—
Hopeless—still I think on thee;
Round thy dwelling, broken-hearted,
Wander—for 'tis sweet to me!
Angels! by her pillow hovering,
Sing—to Mary sing of me!
Say the wintry sky's my covering,
Say my bed's the wintry lea!
Say, though breezes, coldly swelling,
Craze the naked, frozen tree,
Still—to wander round her dwelling
Sweeter is than sleep to me!
Sing—to Mary sing of me!
Say the wintry sky's my covering,
Say my bed's the wintry lea!
Say, though breezes, coldly swelling,
Craze the naked, frozen tree,
Still—to wander round her dwelling
Sweeter is than sleep to me!
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