Sonnet XVI
Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems, Volume 1, The Ninth Edition
YE vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours!Ye feather'd people! tenants of the grove;And you, bright stream! befringed with shrubs and flowers;Behold my grief, ye witnesses of love!
For ye beheld my infant passion rise,And saw thro' years unchang'd my faithful flame;Now cold, in dust, the beauteous object lies,And you, ye conscious scenes, are still the same!
While busy Memory still delights to dwellOn all the charms these bitter tears deplore,And with a trembling hand describes too wellThe angel form I shall behold no more!To Heaven she's fled! and nought to me remainsBut the pale ashes which her urn contains.