Incipit
Respectfully dedicated to Rheinhart Kiciner, Esq., With compliments of the author How sad droop the willows by Zalal’s fair side, Where so lately I stray’d with my raven-hair’d bride; Ev’ry light-floating lily, each flow’r on the shore, Folds in sorrow since Laeta can see them no more! Oh blest were the days when in childhood and hope With my Laeta I rov’d o’er the blossom-clad slope, Plucking white meadow-daisies and ferns by the stream, As we laugh’d at the ripples that twinkle and gleam. Not a bloom deck’d the mead that could rival in grace The dear innocent charms of my Laeta’s …
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