Author Richard Brinsley Sheridan As shepherds thro' the vapours grey Behold the dawning light, Yet doubt it is the rising day, Or meteor of the night; So varying passions in my breast, Its former calm destroy — — By Hope and Fear at once oppress'd, I tremble at my joy! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments