By the walk of the willows I pour'd out my theme,
The breath of the evening scarce dimpled the stream;
By the waters I stood, like an image of Woe,
And my tears, like the tide, seem'd to tremble and flow.

Ye green scatter'd reeds, that half lean to the wave,
In your plaintive, your musical, sighs, could ye save
But one note of my charmer, to soften my doom,
I would stay till these willows should arch me a tomb!

For ye know, when I pour'd out my soul on the lute,
How she hung down her head, so expressively mute!
From my hand she would take it, still breathing my pain;
She would touch it - return it - and smile at the strain.

Ye wild blooming flow'rs, that enamel this brink,
Like me could ye feel, and like me could ye think,
How sadly would droop ev'ry beautiful leaf!
How soon would your sweetness be wasted with grief!

She is gone, in a cloud, like the star of the night!
She has left me, heart-broken, to mourn at her flight, -
To think of the hours she endear'd by her love.
To sigh till again I shall join her above!

(C) John Carr (sir)
03/10/2020


Best Poems of John Carr (Sir)

• Lines To Miss ---- ,
• An Indian Massacre-song.
• A Song. The Lover The Lute Of His Deceased Mistress.
• Epigram On The Grave Of Robespierre.
• Lines To Miss E. Atkinson, On Her Presenting The Author With An Irish Pebble.
• Impromptu Lines Upon A Very Handsome Woman Keeping The Hotel De Lion Blanc, At Dantzig.
• Lines To An Accomplished Young Lady,
• Song.
• Valentine Verses, Sent To My Young Friend, Miss Emma Trevelyan, Of Wallington-house, Northumberland.
• Verses On An Autumnal Leaf.
• Lines To A Robin.
• Lines Written In A Cottage By The Sea-side
• Lines Written Upon Seeing A Blind Young Woman In North Wales,
• Lines To Annette.
• Lines Written At Kilkenny, On The Theatricals Of That City.
• Lines To Health, Upon The Recovery Of A Friend From A Dangerous Illness.
• Song. The Words Adapted To "the Cossaka," One Of The Most Ancient Of The Russ Airs.
• Lines To The Memory Of Mrs. A.h. Holdsworth, Late Of Mount Galpin, Devonshire.
• Epigram On The Author And Eliza Frequently Differing In Opinion.
• Lines To Mrs. B ---- , At Bristol Hot Wells
• Jeu Desprit Upon A Very Pretty Woman Asking The Author His Opinion Of Beauty.