ELEGY
.
I.
AH
me
!
that
restless
bliss
so
soon
should
flie
!
Still
as
I
think
my
yielding
maid
to
gain
,
And
flatt'ring
hope
says
all
my
joys
are
nigh
,
Officious
jealousy
renews
my
pain
.
II
.
When
cold
suspense
and
torturing
despair
,
When
pausing
doubt
,
and
anxious
fear's
no
more
,
Some
idle
falshood
haunts
my
list'ning
ear
,
And
wakes
my
heart
to
all
it
felt
before
.
III
.
One
treads
the
mazes
of
the
puzzled
dance
,
With
easy
step
,
and
unaffected
air
,
False
rapture
feigns
,
or
rolls
a
meaning
glance
,
To
catch
the
open
,
easy-hearted
fair
.
IV
.
Another
boasts
a
more
substantial
claim
,
For
him
fair
Plenty
fills
her
golden
horn
,
A
thousand
flocks
support
his
haughty
flame
,
A
thousand
acres
crown'd
with
waving
corn
.
V.
But
I
nor
tread
the
mazes
of
the
dance
With
easy
step
,
and
unaffected
air
,
Nor
rapture
feign
,
nor
roll
a
meaning
glance
,
To
catch
the
open
,
easy-hearted
fair
.
VI
.
I
boast
not
Fortune's
more
substantial
claim
,
For
me
nor
Plenty
fills
her
golden
horn
,
Nor
wealthy
flocks
support
my
humble
flame
,
Nor
smiling
acres
crown'd
with
waving
corn
.
VII
.
Say
will
thy
gen'rous
heart
for
these
reject
A
tender
passion
,
and
a
soul
sincere
?
For
tho'
with
me
you've
little
to
expect
,
Believe
me
,
Sylvia
,
you
have
less
to
fear
.
VIII
.
Come
,
let
us
tread
the
flow'ry
paths
of
peace
,
'Till
Fate
shall
seal
th'
irrevocable
doom
;
Then
soar
together
to
yon
realms
of
bliss
,
And
leave
our
mingled
ashes
in
the
tomb
.
IX
.
Perhaps
some
tender
sympathetic
breast
,
Who
knows
with
Sorrow's
elegance
to
moan
,
May
search
the
enamel
where
our
relicks
rest
,
And
grave
our
mem'ry
on
the
faithful
stone
.
X.
"
Tread
soft
,
ye
lovers
,
o'er
this
hallow'd
ground
,
"
Here
lies
fond
Damon
by
his
Sylvia's
side
;
"
Their
souls
in
life
by
mutual
love
were
bound
,
"
Nor
death
the
lasting
union
could
divide
.
"