The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker/A Complaint

Tell me thou all pervading mind,
 * When I this life forsake,

Must ev'ry tender tie unbind,
 * Each sweet connection break?

How shall I leave thee, oh! my love,
 * And blooming progeny?

If I without thee mount above,
 * 'Twill be no heav'n to me.

Ah! when beneath the arching vault
 * My lifeless form's remov'd,

Let not oblivion sink the thought,
 * How much, how long I lov'd.

Come oft my grassy tomb to see,
 * And drop thy sorrows there;

No balmy dews of heav'n shall be
 * Refreshing as thy tear.

There give thy griefs full vent to flow
 * O'er the unconscious dead,

With no spectator to thy woe
 * But my attendant shade.