SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

So quiet! doth the change content thee?—Death,

whither hath he taken thee ?

To a world, do I think, that rights the disaster of

this?

The vision of which I miss,

Who weep for the body, and wish but to warm thee

and awaken thee?

Ah! little at best can all our hopes avail us 25

To lift this sorrow, or cheer us, when in the dark,

Unwilling, alone we embark,

And the things we have seen and have known and have

heard of, fail us.

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