Valley,  which  long  hast  echoed  with  my  cries;
Stream,  which  my  flowing  tears  have  often  fed  ;
Beasts,  fluttering  birds,  and  ye  who  in  the  bed
Of  Cabrieres'  wave  display  your  speckled  dyes ;
Air,  huah'd  to  rest  and  soften 'd  by  my  sighs ;
Dear  path,  whose  mazes  lone  and  sad  I  tread  ;
Hill  of  delight — though  now  delight  is  fled-^  '
To  rove  whose  haunts  Love  still  my  foo'  '


TO    L«PA    IN    DEATH.  261

Well  I  retain  your  olil  unLhanging  face  I  ■

Myself  how  changed !  m  whom  for  joy's  light  throng,

Infinite  woes  their  constant  man-.ion  find  1

Here  blooio'd  my  bliss     and  I  \our  tracks  reftace,

To  mark  whence  upward  to  her  heaven  she  sprung,

Leaving  lier  beauteous  spoil,  her  robe  of  flesh  behind!

"*■  Wbakqiiam

Ye  vales,  made  vocal  by  my  plaintive  lay ;
Ye  streams,  embitter'd  with  tJie  tears  of  love ;
Ye  tenants  of  the  sweet  melodious  grove ;
Ye  tribes  that  in  the  grass-fringed  streamlet  play ;
Ye  tepid  gales,  to  which  my  sighs  convey
A  softer  warmth  ;  ye  flowery  plains,  that  move
Reflection  sad;  ye  hills,  where  yet  I  rove,
Since  Laura  there  first  taught  my  steps  to  stray ; —
You.  you  are  still  the  same  !     How  changed,  alas.
Am  I!  who,  from  a  state  of  life  so  blest,
Am  now  the  gloomy  dwelling-place  of  woe  !
'Twas  here  I  saw  my  love :  here  still  I  trace
Her  parting  steps,  when  she  her  mortal  vest
Cast  to  the  eaith,  and  left  these  scenes  below.  Anoh.
SONNET  XXXIV.
