A Song

Source: Elizabeth Tollet, 1755.

Be still ye Winds ! let ev’ry Breath,

Let ev’ry Whisper cease :

As in the quiet Cave of Death,

Thou babbling Eccho ! Peace !

Ye Streams without a Murmur glide,

To nourish deep Despair :

No trembling Osiers by your Side

Disturb the Midnight Air.

Ye conscious Stars, that roll above,

To fix our Fate below,

In solemn Silence as ye move

Be witness to my Woe :

Be witness to the Vows I made,

The Tears I still must pay ;

While, like a melancholy Shade,

I shun the Face of Day.

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