SAY , when thy pensive brow, thy tearful eye,
Bends o’er the classic shades that wave beneath,
Does fancy bind for heroes PAST the wreath,
Heroes enroll’d by fame in history?
And does this sacred spot, so near thy home,
Speak but of Montague’s immortal page,
Whose name will shine through every distant age,
When fall’n each tree, and ruin’d yon proud dome?
Ah! I do think, by that soft blush and sigh,
That not of heroes PAST thy fancy dreams;
Though clad in armour bright as lunar beams,
With shield and helmet plumed unto the sky.
Haply, in other scenes thy thoughts are held,
Where Glory waves her laurels o’er the Scheld.
(Mrs. Walter Spencer)
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