Melancholy; A Fragment
- 1Stretch'd on a moulder'd Abbey's broadest wall,
- 2Where ruining ivies propp'd the ruins steep--
- 3Her folded arms wrapping her tatter'd pall,
- 4Had Melancholy mus'd herself to sleep.
- 5The fern was press'd beneath her
hair,
- 6The dark green Adder's Tongue was there;
- 7And still as pass'd the flagging sea-gale weak,
- 8The long lank leaf bow'd fluttering o'er her cheek.
- 9That pallid cheek was flush'd: her
eager look
- 10Beam'd eloquent in slumber! Inly wrought,
- 11Imperfect sounds moving lips
forsook,
- 12And her bent forehead work'd with
troubled thought.
- 13Strange was the dream----
