WHEN NIGHT'S DARK MANTLE. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 251-252.

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WHEN NIGHT'S DARK MANTLE . WHEN night's dark mantle veil'd the seas , And nature's self was hush'd to sleep , — When gently blew the midnight breeze , Louisa sought the boundless deep . On the lone beach , in wild despair , She sat recluse from soft repose , Her artless sorrows rent the air , So sad were fair Louisa's woes . Three years she nurs'd the pleasing thought Her love , her Henry would return ; But ah ! the fatal news were brought , The sea was made his watery urn . Sweet maids , who know the power of love , Ye best can tell what she must feel , Who 'gainst each adverse fortune strove The tender passion to conceal ! The lovely maid , absorb'd in grief , While madness ran through every vein , — Poor mourner ! sought from death relief , And frantic plung'd into the main . The heavens with pity saw the deed — The debt the fair one paid to love , And bade the angel-guard proceed , To bear Louisa's soul above .