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WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS. THACKWOOD, 4TH JUNE, 1786, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The gloomy lowering of the sky
Last Line: Twas still thy lot -- to bloom and die.
Alternate Author Name(s): Muse Of Cumberland; Sukey, Miss
Subject(s): Sickness; Illness


THE gloomy lowering of the sky,
The milky softness of the air,
The hum of many a busy fly,
Are things the cheerful well can spare;
But, to the pensive, thoughtful mind,
Those kindred glooms are truly dear,
When in dark shades such wood-notes wind
As woo and win Reflection's ear; --
The birds that warble overhead,
The bees that visit every flower,
The stream that murmurs o'er its bed
All aid the melancholy hour.
Added to this, the wasting frame,
Through which life's pulses slowly beat,
Would fain persuade that naught's the same
As when health glowed with genial heat.
Where are the spirits, light as air,
That self-amused, would carol loud?
Would find out pleasure everywhere,
And all her paths with garlands strowed?
Nature's the same: the Spring returns,
The leaf again adorns the tree;
How tasteless this to her who mourns --
To her who droops and fades like me!
No emblem for myself I find,
Save what some dying plant bestows --
Save where its drooping head I bind,
And mark how strong the likeness grows.
No more sweet Eve with drops distilled
Shall melt o'er thee in tender grief;
Nor bid Aurora's cup be filled
With balmy dew from yonder leaf.
What, though some seasons more had rolled
Their golden suns to glad thine eye!
Yet as a flower of mortal mould
'Twas still thy lot -- to bloom and die.





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