SONG
.
WANDERING
in
the
still
of
eve
,
While
songsters
homeward
cleave
the
air
,
With
lively
notes
my
voice
I
tun'd
,
To
usher
in
the
ev'ning
star
;
But
straying
near
a
woody
brake
,
Sweet
sounds
of
melody
ascend
,
Oft
intermix'd
with
sighs
and
tears
:
Anxious
a
pitying
ear
I
lend
,
As
from
a
vale
below
thus
sad
they
roll'd
:
"
Ah!
idiot
Fortune
,
why
"
Should
genius
somther'd
die
"
When
fled
by
base
delusive
gold
?
"
When
fled
by
base
delusive
gold
?
"
Wavering
in
a
doubtful
state
,
"
Impell'd
by
reason
and
desire
,
"
Strongly
I
feel
an
innate
pow'r
"
Raising
the
sparks
of
youthful
fire
;
"
While
warmer
fancy
,
genuine
art
,
"
Urg'd
by
the
touch
,
break
forth
to
flame
;
"
But
,
chill'd
by
the
cold
worldling's
frown
,
"
And
starv'd
by
reason
,
sink
again
.
"
Bewilder'd
now
I
see
the
book
of
fate
unfold
:
"
Ah!
idiot
Fortune
,
why
"
Should
genius
smother'd
die
"
When
fled
by
base
delusive
gold
?
"
When
fled
by
base
delusive
gold
?
"
Unerring
Pow'r
!
dare
I
complain
?
"
Yet
sure
mysterious
is
thy
way
!
"
That
the
vile
dust
dug
from
the
earth
"
Should
rule
with
such
unbounded
sway
;
"
Should
smother
up
the
seeds
of
love
,
"
And
check
the
emanating
fire
"
That
swells
the
rip'ning
artist's
breast
,
"
And
wakes
the
soul-entrancing
lyre
!
"
Ah!
sad
disgrace
to
man's
diviner
mould
!
"
For
,
idiot
Fortune
!
why
"
Should
genius
smother'd
die
,
"
When
fled
by
base
delusive
gold
?
"
When
fled
by
base
delusive
gold
?
"
Murmuring
thus
at
partial
fate
,
"
The
wretch's
comfort
I
pursue
:
"
How
sweet
those
plaintive
moments
pass
,
"
How
tuneful
,
but
alas
!
how
few
!
"
Courting
the
Muses
,
here
my
lute
"
Soft
I
attune
,
and
hail
the
sky
,
"
Reading
the
traits
of
heavenly
love
,
"
Aloud
I
breathe
this
ardent
sigh
:
"
Ah!
when
to
me
will
Nature's
works
unfold
?
"
Through
cruel
Fortune
,
I
"
In
canker'd
rust
may
die
,
"
If
fled
by
thee
,
delsuive
gold
!
"
If
fled
by
thee
,
delsuive
gold
!
"