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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803–1849)

Hesperus Sings

POOR old pilgrim Misery,

Beneath the silent moon he sate,

A-listening to the screech-owl’s cry

And the cold wind’s goblin prate;

Beside him lay his staff of yew

With withered willow twined,

His scant gray hair all wet with dew,

His cheeks with grief ybrined:

And his cry it was ever, Alack!

Alack, and woe is me!

Anon a wanton imp astray

His piteous moaning hears,

And from his bosom steals away

His rosary of tears;

With his plunder fled that urchin elf,

And hid it in your eyes:

Then tell me back the stolen pelf,

Give up the lawless prize;

Or your cry shall be ever, Alack!

Alack, and woe is me!