What is the fairy's name?--Is't Lily?--Ask not me!Give thanks to Heaven if she's unknown to thee.
But for her and the children, alas, too late!
Shade each blossoming plant, each flow'ry seat.
Measured the circle of the will and deed,Each country's changing thoughts and morals too,
At midnight hour.
The mill thou seekest in a mood
1828.-----[Written at the age of 77.]
Now, sun, sink to rest! Now, sun, arise!
And make but the future thine own.
And these are the fruits from that flower!'Tis ever denied, and the saying is true,
Yet a heap of dead is ne'er form'd.-----WHAT harm has thy poor mirror done, alas?Look not so ugly, prythee, in the glass!
As if for guests of high station
My longing makes me pale.Oh, what can wealth avail?E'en now thy father may be pale.Thou mak'st my courage fail.