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SKETCHES.
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I'll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.
 
I'll drink of the clear stream
And hear the linnet's song,
And there I'll lie and dream
The day along:
And when night comes, I'll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent Melancholy.


MAD SONG.

THE wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
 
Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven: