Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Sonnet after the Death of Laura

COME, tender thoughts, with twilight's pensive gloom,
Come, tender thoughts, and sooth the soul of care,
Soften remembrance, mitigate despair,
And cast a gleam of comfort o'er the tomb.
Methinks again the days and years return
When joy was young, and careless fancy smil'd,
When hope with promises the heart beguil'd,
When love illum'd the world, and happiness was born.
Where are ye fled, dear moments of delight!
And thou, O best belov'd! alas, no more
The future can the faded past restore;
Sunk in the shade of time's eternal night,
For me remains alone, through ling'ring years,
The melancholy muse, companion of my tears.

1. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
2. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
3. The Spirit’s Song
4. The Lamentation of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
5. Laura to Petrarch

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