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James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон)


To Her I Love


Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;
To what delightful world above,
Appointed for the happy dead?

Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam
And sometimes share thy lover's woe;
Where, void of thee, his cheerless home
Can now, alas! no comfort know?

Oh! if thou hoverest round my walk,
While, under every well-known tree,
I to thy fancied shadow talk,
And every tear is full of thee;

Should then the weary eye of grief,
Beside some sympathetic stream,
In slumber find a short relief,
Visit thou my soothing dream! 



James Thomson's other poems:
  1. Sheep-Sheering
  2. A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton
  3. On A Country Life
  4. On The Death Of His Mother
  5. Verses Addressed To Amanda


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