An Ode on a Lady Leaving Her Place of Abode; Almost Impromptu
When the departing sun resigns
The northern shores to clouds and frost
The chill inhabitant repines,
In half a year of darkness lost.
Cleora thus regretted flies,
Fair source of wit, and love, and mirth,
Withdraws the influence of those eyes,
Which gave a thousand pleasures birth.
Not long the happy Russians mourn;
Revolving springs their frosts repay.
O would Cleora thus return,
And bless me with continu'd day.
The northern shores to clouds and frost
The chill inhabitant repines,
In half a year of darkness lost.
Cleora thus regretted flies,
Fair source of wit, and love, and mirth,
Withdraws the influence of those eyes,
Which gave a thousand pleasures birth.
Not long the happy Russians mourn;
Revolving springs their frosts repay.
O would Cleora thus return,
And bless me with continu'd day.
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