Classic Poem

Thou sweet sad warbler! in thine airy flight
Sing'st thou of Love and Summer's vanished hours
When coming Winter now, and falling Night
Sadden the day and strip the fading bowers?
Since thus thy little heart, by ills opprest,
Its sorrow speaks, my kindred grief it knows,
Come then! and sheltered in this lonely breast
Together let us tell our mutual woes.
I know not whether our hard fate's the same,
She thou bewail'st perhaps still lingers here,
Heaven's will I mourn, and Death's unerring aim —
While fading twilight and the dying year
So many sweet and bitter memories claim
That song for song I give thee, tear for tear!