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To every gentle Muse in vain allied	A
In youth's full early morning HEADLEY died	A
Too long had sickness left her pining trace	B
With slow still touch on each decaying grace	B
Untimely sorrow marked his thoughtful mien	C
Despair upon his languid smile was seen	C
Yet Resignation musing on the grave	D
When now no hope could cheer no pity save	D
And Virtue that scarce felt its fate severe	E
And pale Affection dropping soft a tear	F
For friends beloved from whom she soon must part	G
Breathed a sad solace on his aching heart	G
Nor ceased he yet to stray where winding wild	H
The Muse's path his drooping steps beguiled	H
Intent to rescue some neglected rhyme	I
Lone blooming from the mournful waste of time	I
And cull each scattered sweet that seemed to smile	J
Like flowers upon some long forsaken pile	J
Far from the murmuring crowd unseen he sought	K
Each charm congenial to his saddened thought	K
When the gray morn illumed the mountain's side	A
To hear the sweet birds' earliest song he hied	A
When meekest eve to the fold's distant bell	L
Listened and bade the woods and vales farewell	L
Musing in tearful mood he oft was seen	C
The last that lingered on the fading green	C
The waving wood high o'er the cliff reclined	A
The murmuring waterfall the winter's wind	A
His temper's trembling texture seemed to suit	A
As airs of sadness the responsive lute	A
Yet deem not hence the social spirit dead	A
Though from the world's hard gaze his feelings fled	A
Firm was his friendship and his faith sincere	E
And warm as Pity's his unheeded tear	F
That wept the ruthless deed the poor man's fate	A
By fortune's storms left cold and desolate	A
Farewell yet be this humble tribute paid	A
To all his virtues from that social shade	A
Where once we sojourned I alas remain	M
To mourn the hours of youth yet mourn in vain	M
That fled neglected Wisely thou hast trod	A
The better path and that High Meed which GOD	A
Ordained for Virtue towering from the dust	A
Shall bless thy labours spirit pure and just	A

William Lisle Bowles

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