Poems (Campbell)/The Maniac
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THE MANIAC.
"Say, pensive fair one, whither bound?
Whose jetty locks, with cypress crown'd,
Throw round thy face a mournful gloom,
That ill-befits thy rosy bloom."
Whose jetty locks, with cypress crown'd,
Throw round thy face a mournful gloom,
That ill-befits thy rosy bloom."
"Dost thou not know," the maid reply'd,
"How Lewis bled—how Lewis died—
And in the silent grave was laid,
And sleeps beneath the cypress shade?
"How Lewis bled—how Lewis died—
And in the silent grave was laid,
And sleeps beneath the cypress shade?
Stretch'd on the green-wood's verdant breast
His gentle form is laid at rest;
And far above yon azure skies,
On angel-wing his spirit flies.
His gentle form is laid at rest;
And far above yon azure skies,
On angel-wing his spirit flies.
No smile shall on my cheek appear:—
But hark! my lover's voice I hear—
'Oh! come Eudora! come away;
'Tis Lewis chides thy ling'ring stay:
But hark! my lover's voice I hear—
'Oh! come Eudora! come away;
'Tis Lewis chides thy ling'ring stay:
The silence of the grave is bless'd,
Where all our cares and wand'rings rest:
Oh! come Eudora—haste away,'—
I come, I come—sweet spirit! stay!"
Where all our cares and wand'rings rest:
Oh! come Eudora—haste away,'—
I come, I come—sweet spirit! stay!"
She said; and where yon grey oaks spread
Their leafy shade she bow'd her head,
And, sinking on the green earth, sigh'd
Her murder'd lover's name, and died!
Their leafy shade she bow'd her head,
And, sinking on the green earth, sigh'd
Her murder'd lover's name, and died!