Classic Poem

O sky & earth! How ye are linked together
Upon the bosom of this gentle lake;
The wild & wandering breeze is doubtful whether
It may your calm & sweet communion break.
'Tis thus within my silent bosom mingle
The memory of distant scenes—my home
And these enchanting prospects; whilst I, single
And silently in pensive thought do roam.
The distant & the present sometimes meet
In dream-like hues; but dark thoughts quickly rise
And mar the mirror of the vision sweet,
And truth oerwhelmeth with a sad surprise;
'Twixt me & those I love an ocean lies
And all the glory of the landscape dies.