Classic Poem

In vain I look around
O'er all the wellknown ground
My Lucy's wonted footsteps to descry,
Where oft' we us'd to walk,
Where oft' in tender talk
We saw the summer sun go down the sky;
Nor by yon' fountain's side
Nor where its waters glide
Along the valley can she now be found.
In all the widestretch'd prospect's ample bound
No more my mournful eye
Can aught of her espy
But the sad sacred earth where her dear relicks lie.