Source: Elizabeth Tollet, 1755.
Be still ye Winds ! let evíry Breath,
†† Let evíry 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.