Classic Poem

1.

It was a dismal, and a fearful night,
Scarce could the Morn drive on th'unwilling Light,
When Sleep, Deaths Image , left my troubled brest,
By something liker Death possest.
My eyes with Tears did uncommanded flow,
And on my Soul hung the dull weight
Of some Intolerable Fate .
What Bell was that? Ah me! Too much I know.

2.

My sweet Companion , and my gentle Peere ,
Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here,
Thy end for ever, and my Life to moan;
O thou hast left me all alone!
Thy Soul and Body when Deaths Agonie
Besieg'd around thy noble heart,
Did not with more reluctance part
Then I, my dearest Friend , do part from Thee .

3.

My dearest Friend , would I had dy'd for thee!
Life and this World henceforth will tedious bee.
Nor shall I know hereafter what to do
If once my Griefs prove tedious too.
Silent and sad I walk about all day,
As sullen Ghosts stalk speechless by
Where their hid Treasures ly;
Alas, my Treasure's gone, why do I stay?