MELANCHOLY.

Daughter of my nobler hope

That dying gave thee birth,

Sweet Melancholy!

For memory of the dead,

In her dear stead,

‘ Bide thou with me,

Sweet Melancholy!

As purple shadows to the tree,

When the last sun-rays sadly slope

Athwart the bare and darkening earth,

Art thou to me,

Sweet Melancholy!