- 1. Inexorable
My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
...
- 2. Her Passing
The beauty and the life
Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon
-O tears! O grief!-hung at a feeble thread
To which pale Atropos had set her knife;
...
- 3. Change Should Breed Change
New doth the sun appear,
The mountains' snows decay,
Crown'd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year.
My soul, time posts away;
...
- 4. To The Nightingale
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours
Of winters past or coming, void of care,
Well pleased with delights which present are,
(Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers)
...
- 5. A Lament
My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
...
