Sonnet [;] To Charles Lloyd

  1. 1The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath
  2. 2For him, the fair betrothéd Youth, who lies
  3. 3Cold in the narrow dwelling, or the cries
  4. 4With which a Mother wails her darling's death,
  5. 5These from our nature's common impulse spring,
  6. 6Unblam'd, unprais'd; but o'er the piléd earth
  7. 7Which hides the sheeted corse of grey-hair'd Worth,
  8. 8If droops the soaring Youth with slacken'd wing;
  9. 9If he recall in saddest minstrelsy
  10. 10Each tenderness bestow'd, each truth imprest,
  11. 11Such grief is Reason, Virtue, Piety!
  12. 12And from the Almighty Father shall descend
  13. 13Comforts on his late evening, whose young breast
  14. 14Mourns with no transient love the Agéd Friend.