Alexandria gazette & advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1822-1824, 1824-06-26
POETRY
From BlaekWood's Edinburga Hagazne.
LAMENT FOR INEZ.

From Blaekpood's Edinburga Magazine.
LAMENT FOR INEZ.
Oh thou! who. in my happier days,
Vert all TO me that earth could hold.
And dearer to nv youthful gaze
Tan tongue can tell, or words have told;
Nov, far from NE, annizrk'd and cold,
Thine ashes rest thy relic. lie;
And inoalderin. m earth's common mould
Thefrane that seemed too lair to die
The stranger tresds my haunts at morn,
ndstops to scan uyon the tree
Letters by Iime's'ruds finger worn.
That bore the earthly name Of thee.
Tc Dim It's all unk nown; and he
Strays on amid the woodland scene;
And thou. 70 all aiivebut me,
Art now IS thou nadst never been.
All! little didst thou think, when
With thee have roam'd at eventids,
Mark d sett ng sun, and purpling sky,
And ssunter'd by the rivers side,
And Saz d on thee my destined b, ids-
row soon thou snouldst from hence Depart,
And leave me here without guide.
With ruin'd hopes and broken heart.
above this spot where thou art laid,
Wild flowers and weeds all rankly green.
As If in mockery wiid display'd!
In sombre twlhght's purple shade,
My steps have to thy grave soIourned,
and as unused DER hopes decay'd, Iburn'd.
Nine eyes have streamed, my heart hath
thought OF days forever fled
When thou vert beings Morning Star
thought offeelings nourished
In secret, mid the worlds loud iar
Thought. how, from the crowd afar.
loved to stray, and tor thee Sigh;
Nor deem'd, When winds and waves bar
Between us placed. that thou shouldst die.
saw thee not in thy distress,
MOI ever knew that pale disease
Was preylng on that loneliness.
Whose smiles all earthly i'll could ease;
But, when afar upon the seas,
lcalPd thy magic form to mind,
I little dresmt that charms like these
We're TO Death 'sicy arms resign'd
Now years have pass 'd-and years may pass
Earth not q ear or charm can have,
All no. could not view the grass,
That reveIs rustling Ger thy grave!
Ny day is one long rufiled wave,
The Night Is not lake ofrest,
I dream. and nought is with me, save
A troubled scene-Despair my guestI
Or If, mayhsp, nv slumbering hour
Should paint thee to mime arms restored,
Then. then. the bliss-fraught dream has power
moments rapture to afford;
nlirth cheers the heart, and crowns the board;
NV bosom's burden finds relief:
breathe thy pame-but at that word
wake to darkness and to grief!
Well-be il SOL would not lose
The thoughts to thee that madly eleave,
For ell the vacant nlrth of those,
Who, hesrtless, think it wrong to grive;
No nought on earth can now retrieve
The loss NV soul hath felt in thee;
Such hours of foolish i0y would leave
More darkness in my misery!
inez, to me the light ofhfe
Vert thou, when youth sfond pulse beat high,
And free from care and free from strife,
Day tollow'd day without sigh;
All that could bless mortal eve,
All that could charm the immortal mind,
And wean from frail variety,
Were in thy form and soul combin'd.
Though angel now, thou vet may'st deign
To bend thy radiant look on me.
And view the breast where thou didst reign.
Still pining in its love for thee.
Then let me bend to Heaven, decree,
Support this Cropping soul o mine;
And since to thine it may not fec,
Oh! teach me humbly to resign! d.