SONNET
,
AFTER
THE
DEATH
OF
LAURA
.
COME
,
tender
thoughts
,
with
twilight's
pensive
gloom
,
Come
,
tender
thoughts
,
and
sooth
the
soul
of
care
,
Soften
remembrance
,
mitigate
despair
,
And
cast
a
gleam
of
comfort
o'er
the
tomb
.
Methinks
again
the
days
and
years
return
When
joy
was
young
,
and
careless
fancy
smil'd
,
When
hope
with
promises
the
heart
beguil'd
,
When
love
illum'd
the
world
,
and
happiness
was
born
.
Where
are
ye
fled
,
dear
moments
of
delight
!
And
thou
,
O
best
belov'd
!
alas
,
no
more
The
future
can
the
faded
past
restore
;
Sunk
in
the
shade
of
time's
eternal
night
,
For
me
remains
alone
,
through
ling'ring
years
,
The
melancholy
muse
,
companion
of
my
tears
.