harass'd out with care and grief,
my toil-beat nerves, and tear-worn eye,
keep watgs with the nightly thief:
or if i slumber, fancy, chief,
reigns, haggard—wild, in sore affright:
ev'n day, all-bitter, brings relief
from such a horror-breathing night.
o thht queen, who o'er th' expanse
now highest reign'st, with boundless sway
oft has thy silent-marking gnce
observ'd us, fondly-wand&#, stray!
the time, unheeded, sped away,
while love's luxurious pulse beat high,
beh thy silver-gleaming ray,
to mark the mutual-kindling eye
The Lament(5/6)