Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend

1. 1When, from the heart where Sorrow sits,
2. 2Her dusky shadow mounts too high,
3. 3And o'er the changing aspect flits,
4. 4And clouds the brow, or fills the eye;
5. 5Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink:
6. 6My Thoughts their dungeon know too well;
7. 7Back to my breast the Wanderers shrink,
8. 8And droop within their silent cell.