Classic Poem

Whiles I this standing Lake,
Swath'd up with Ewe and Cypress Boughs,
Do move by Sighs and Vows,
Let Sadness only wake;
That whiles thick Darkness blots the Light,
My thoughts may cast another Night:
In which double Shade,
By Heav'n, and Me made,
O let me weep,
And fall asleep,
And forgotten fade.

Heark! from yond' hollow Tree
Sadly sing two Anchoret Owles,
Whiles the Hermit Wolf howls,
And all bewailing me,
The Raven hovers o'r my Bier,
The Bittern on a Reed I hear
Pipes my Elegy,
And warns me to dye;
Whiles from yond' Graves
My wrong'd Love craves
My sad Company.

Cease Hylas , cease thy Call;
Such, O such was thy parting Groan,
Breath'd out to me alone
When thou disdain'd didst fall.
Loe thus unto thy silent Tomb,
In my sad Winding Sheet, I come,
Creeping o'r dead Bones,
And cold Marble Stones,
That I may mourn
Over thy Urn,
And appease thy Groans.