Samuel Rogers

(30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855)

Written At Midnight - Poem by Samuel Rogers

While thro' the broken pane the tempest sighs,
And my step falters on the faithless floor,
Shades of departed joys around me rise,
With many a face that smiles on me no more;
With many a voice that thrills of transport gave,
Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave!

--Say, when, to kindle soft delight,
That hand has chanced with mine to meet,
How could its thrilling touch excite
A sigh so short, and yet so sweet?

O say--but no, it must not be.
Adieu! A long, a long adieu!
--Yest still, methinks, you frown on me;
Or never could I fly from you.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010

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