ODE
ON THE
DEATH of Mr. THOMSON.
By Mr. COLLINS.
(The scene of the following stanzas is supposed to lie
on the Thames near Richmond.)
IN yonder grave a Druid lies
Where slowly winds the stealing wave!
The year’s best sweets shall duteous rise
To deck its Poet's sylvan grave!
In yon deep bed of whispering reeds
His airy harp[1] shall now be laid,
That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds,
May love thro' life the soothing shade.
Then maids and youths shall linger here,
And while its sounds at distance swell,
Shall sadly seem in Pity’s ear,
To hear the Woodland Pilgrim’s knell.
Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is drest,
And oft suspend the dashing oar
To bid his gentle spirit rest!
)( )( 4
And
- ↑ The harp of Æolus, of which see a description in the Castle of Indolence.
