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Saturday, 29 November 2014

The Lover’s Song by William Sidney Walker

Softly sinks the rosy sun,
And the toils of day are past and done;
And now is the time to think of thee,
My lost remember’d Emily!

Come dear Image, come for a while.
Come with thy own, thy evening smile;
— Not shaped and fashioned in fancy’s mould,
But such as thou wert in the days of old.

Come from that unvisited cell.
Where all day long thou lovest to dwell,
Hous’d amid Memory’s richest fraught,
Deep in the sunless caves of thought.

Come, with all thy company
Of mystic fancies, and musings high,
And griefs, that lay in the heart like treasures,
‘Till Time had tum’d them to solemn pleasures;

And thoughts of early virtues gone, —
For my best of days with thee were flown,
And their sad and soothing memory
Is mingled now with my dreams of thee.

Too solemn for day, too sweet for night,
Come not in darkness, come not in light;
But come in some twilight interim,
When the gloom is soft, and the light is dim:

And in the white and silent dawn,
When the curtains of night are half undrawn,
Or at evening time, when my task is done,
I will think of the lost remember’d one!

From: Walker, William Sidney and Moultrie, J. (ed.), The Poetical Remains of William Sidney Walker, Formerly Fellow of Trinity College Cambridge, Edited, with a Memoir of the Author by The Rev. J. Moultrie, M.A. Rector of Rugby, 1852, John W. Parker and Son: Rugby, pp. 32-33.
(https://archive.org/stream/poeticalremains00moulgoog#page/n190/mode/2up)

Date: 1821

By: William Sidney Walker (1795-1846)