Classic Poem

Here on the dreary beach I sit alone —
And hear with awe profound the horid roar,
Of waves that heave with pressure quite unknown. —
And break and dash upon the Sea girt Shore. —
Here undisturbd Ill vent those smotherd Sighs —
The tear of sorrow shall my cheek bedew —
What Sad Ideas in succession rise —
And memory Serves the anguish to renew. —
How oft the tyrant with his fatal dart,
The finest fibres of the bosom rends —
Severs the nerves that twine about the heart —
And Stabs our peace by piercing of our friend. —
How oft returns to me the mournful hours —
To keep Sad vigils o'er the dust I love —
To deck the tomb with Elegiac flowers —
And bring the cypress from th'Idalian grove
Ah now again the trembling lyre I set —
To notes of penetrating heart felt woe —
The gentle delias passd the crystal gate —
And bids the tear of tenderness to flow. —
But not for thee blest shade these sorrows flow —
Thy happy Spirits Requiem, angels sing —
And peace for thee and joys immortal glow —
In those blest climes where blooms eternal spring.
Oh lost to earth, behold her spirit Soar —
To regions pure as her exalted soul —
Anguish and pain assault her now no more —
Like Seraphs free She roves from pole to pole. —
But who to those lovd maids so late her care —
Can send the balm to mitigate their pain —
What power on earth their mighty Loss repair
Or teach their minds the Conflict to sustain.
Sad recollection, now my feelings spare —
Nor bring those lovely orphans to my mind —
Whom with an only daughter good as fair —
Were form'd by her to excellence refin'd. —
What e'er of virtue mortals faintly know —
What e'er of prudence in its ample round —
What e'er a conscious greatness could bestow
In her decided character was found. —
Wife Mother Sister She unrival'd shone —
And filld with honour the domestic sphere —
And friendship true as delicate was known —
In her calm breast to fix a dwelling there. —
The soul of softness elegance and ease —
As tho She ever had in Courts appear'd —
While all the nameless train of decencies —
Gaurded her form and made her heart reverd.
Sweet shades of belmont ye were wont to please —
The Scenes where love and harmony reside —
But now your gloomy groves can give no ease —
For you have lost your ornament and pride. —
The rocks the hills the river gliding slow —
The poplars tall with mantling vines adorn'd
Not one soft respite gives to felial woe —
But Delia lov'd shall be forever mourn'd. —