Ere the morn the East has crimsoned,
When the stars are twinkling there,
(As they did in Watts’s Hymns, and
Made him wonder what they were
When the forest-nymphs are beading
Fern and flower with silvery dew –
My infallible proceeding
Is to wake, and think of you.
When the hunter’s ringing bugle
Sounds farewell to field and copse,
And I sit before my frugal
Meal of gravy-soup and chops:
When (as Gray remarks) “the moping
Owl doth to the moon complain,”
And the hour suggests eloping –
Fly my thoughts to you again.
May my dreams be granted never?
Must I aye endure affliction
Rarely realised, if ever,
In our wildest works of fiction?
Madly Romeo loved his Juliet;
Copperfield began to pine
When he hadn’t been to school yet –
But their loves were cold to mine.
Give me hope, the least, the dimmest,
Ere I drain the poisoned cup:
Tell me I may tell the chymist
Not to make that arsenic up!
Else, this heart shall soon cease throbbing;
And when, musing o’er my bones,
Travellers ask, “Who killed Cock Robin?”
They’ll be told, “Miss Sarah J-s.”
(Charles Stuart Calverley)
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