Oh, ever skill'd to wear the form we love! To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart; Come, gentle Hope! with one gay smile remove The lasting sadness of an aching heart. Thy voice, benign enchantress! let me hear; Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom, That Fancy's radiance, Friendship's precious tear, Shall soften, or shall chase, misfortune's gloom. But come not glowing in the dazzling ray, Which once with dear illusions charm'd the eye; O! strew no more, sweet flatterer! on my way The flowers I fondly thought too bright to die; Visions less fair will soothe my pensive breast, That asks not happiness, but longs for rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |