Page:Translations (1834).djvu/158



has fled, and like a dart Grief is planted in my heart— All the joy of life is gone, (Strengthen me, thou Secret One !) Utterly have passed away Youthful prowess—spirit gay, Brain, and soul, and genius—Thou Hast, O Love, thy vengeance now! Wrung for ever from my tongue Is the glorious power of song That inspired my life so long— Ivor, my illustrious guide, Nest my patroness—his bride, Morvyth, idol of my breast— All are in the dust at rest! By a life I loathe, oppress’d, I am left alone to bear Time’s dread load of grief and care! Rhymes no longer I indite, And to woodland wilds recite— In the groves no more I doat On the cuckoo, and the note