A cloud is on my heart and brow,
The tears are in my eyes,
And wishes fond, all idle now,
Are stifled into sighs;—
The present moment's all our own,
The next, who ever saw! ~ Mickle.
Come, fill me up a brimming cup,
Murmurings from within
Were heard, sonorous cadences, whereby
To his belief the monitor expressed
I've roamed the wide world over,
From Indus to the Pole;
I've been a general lover,
And loved with all my soul;
Alaric Alexander Watts (16 March 1797 - 5 April 1864), British poet and journalist, born in London. His life was dedicated to newspaper creation and edition and was seen as a conservative writer. Such a life led him to bankruptcy until a pension was awarded to him by a friend, Lord Aberdeen.