May never more of pensive melancholy <br />Within thy heart, beneath thy roof appear, <br />Than just to break the charm of idle folly, <br />And prompt for others' woes the melting tear; <br />No more than just that tender gloom to spread <br />Where thy beloved Muses wont to stray, <br />To lift the thought from this low earthy bed, <br />Or bid hope languish for a brighter day; <br />And deeper sink within thy feeling heart <br />Love's pleasing wounds, or friendship's polished dart!<br /><br />Anna Laetitia Barbauld<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-friend-39/
