METHOUGHT my love was dead. Oh, 't was a night Of dreary weeping, and of bitter wo! Methought I saw her lovely spirit go With lingering looks into you star so bright, Which then assumed such a beauteous light. That all the fires in heaven compared with this Were scarce perceptible to my weak sight. There seem'd henceforth the haven of my bliss; To that I turn'd with fervency of soul, And pray'd that morn might never break again, But o'er me that pure planet still remain. Alas! o'er it my vows had no control. The lone star set: I woke full glad, I deem, To find my sorrow but a lover's dream. |