ALEXIS, here she stay'd; among these pines, <br />Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; <br />Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, <br />More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines. <br />She set her by these musked eglantines, <br />--The happy place the print seems yet to bear: <br />Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines, <br />To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear. <br />Me here she first perceived, and here a morn <br />Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face; <br />Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born, <br />And I first got a pledge of promised grace: <br /> But ah! what served it to be happy so? <br /> Sith passed pleasures double but new woe?<br /><br />William Henry Drummond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-bereaved-3-2/
