On a Lady Weeping
Lovely gems of radiance meek
Trembling down my Laura’s cheek,
As the streamlets silent glide
Thro’ the Mead’s enamell’d pride,
Pledges sweet of pious woe,
Tears which Friendship taught to flow,
Sparkling in yon humid light
Love embathes his pinions bright:
There amid the glitt’ring show’r
Smiling sits th’ insidious Power;
As some wingéd Warbler oft
When Spring-clouds shed their treasures soft
Joyous tricks his plumes anew,
And flutters in the fost’ring dew.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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