LINES WRITTEN NEAR RID, UPOHAMES, AT EVENING.
How rich the wave, in front, imprest
With evening-twilights summer hues,
While, fag thus the crimso,
The boat her silent path pursues!
And see how dark the backward stream!
A little moment past, so smiling!
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
Some other loiterer beguiling.
Such views the youthful bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
Till peace go with him to the tomb.
--A him nurse his fo,
And what if he must die in sorrow!
Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,
Though grief and pain may e to-morrow?
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames! that other bards may see,
As lovely visions by thy side
As now, fair river! e to me.
Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so;
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,
Till all our minds for ever ?ow,
As thy deep waters now are ?owing.
Vain thought! yet be as now thou art,
That in thy waters may be seen
The image of a poets heart,
Hht, how solemn, how serene!
Such heart did ohe poet bless,
Who, p here a[3] _later_ ditty,
Could ?nd ne from distress,
But in the milder grief of pity.
Remembrance! as we glide along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
And pray that never child of Song
May know his freezing sorrows more.
How calm! how still! the only sound,
The dripping of the oar suspended!
--The evening darkness gathers round
By virtues holiest powers attended.
[3] Collinss Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, Ibelieve, of the poems which were published during hislife-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the stanza.