Fly , airy Envoy of delight!
To my A NTHEMOE 's pillow fly!
Press her pure forehead's veiny white,
Or flutter in her closing eye;

Oh! softly wave thy downy wing,
Least thou, too rudely, break her rest,
Thy opiate dews, oh! gently fling,
For Peace resides within her breast.

And should'st thou deign to hear my pray'r,
A Lover's pray'r, devoutly warm,
Bid the pale Shadow of Despair,
Each night, assume my faded form;

With visionary pencil, paint
The downcast look of hopeless woe,
Drooping, disconsolately faint,
O'er murder'd Hope's expiring glow.

Fix on my cheek th' eternal tear,
And banish far each soothing smile,
Let that dull blank no dimple wear,
Unceasing anguish to beguile;

Like the sere leaf on Autumn's brow,
Let thy dark teint embrown my face,
My furrow'd front let Sickness plough,
And crush each bloom of youthful grace;

So shall thy pow'rful spell pourtray
The secret torture of my mind,
And Sorrow, only seen by day,
Still, in thy shape, remain behind!