Melancholy. A Fragment

Stretch'd on a moulder'd Abbey's broadest wall,

       &nbspWhere ruining ivies propp'd the ruins steep—

Her folded arms wrapping her tatter'd pall,

       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspHad Melancholy mus'd herself to sleep.

       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspThe fern was press'd beneath her hair,

       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspThe dark green Adder's Tongue was there;

And still as pass'd the flagging sea-gale weak,

The long lank leaf bow'd fluttering o'er her cheek.



       &nbspThat pallid cheek was flush'd: her eager look

Beam'd eloquent in slumber! Inly wrought,

       &nbspImperfect sounds her moving lips forsook,

And her bent forehead work'd with troubled thought.

       &nbspStrange was the dream——