Life’s summer flown, the wint’ry tempest rude,
Began to lower on the declining year;
When smiles celestial gilt the prospect drear,
Dispell’d the gloom, and joyful spring renew’d:
Fresh flowers beneath her fairy feet were strew’d;
Again soft accents woo’d the enchanted ear;
In her bright form, as in a mirrour clear,
Reflected, each gay scene of life view’d.
Young in her youth, and graceful in her grace,
In her’s, I lived o’er every joy again;
Lived o’er the charms that beam’d upon her face,
Where Hope and Love revived their smiling train.
Night o’er the scene her blackest veil has spread;
And Death’s pale hand a tenfold horrour shed.
(Brooke Boothby)
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