Susan Evance Poems

PALE ruthless Demon! terrible Despair!
Whose step is horror, and whose voice is death!
Thou rid'st on blasts that rend the midnight air,
Mingling with wintry storms thy baleful breath.
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IN the lone hall my harp is hung,
While dusky twilight reigns around;
I hear light fingers o'er it flung,
They wake a sad and solemn sound.
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FAREWELL seducing Hope! no more
Upon thy pinions wild I soar;
No more pursue thy sportive train
Through lovely Fancy's flowery maze,
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SOFT as the dews of weeping Night
Fall on the bosom of the Rose,
Soft as the summer zephyr's flight,
When sighing thro' the leaves it blows; -
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I HAVE preserved thee, helpless Fly,
From the fell Spider's cruel power;
I heard thy faint imploring cry,
And bore thee from the deathful bower.
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SPIRIT! who fill'st the earth and skies!
From Nature's scenes I hear arise,
A voice, that sweetly tells my soul
Thy pow'r and love have form'd the whole.
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WHEN Morning comes with smiles so gay,
O'er heathy hills I love to stray,
Where lustrous drops of pearly dew
Sparkle upon the hare-bell blue,
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O YE who ride upon the wand'ring gale,
And silently, yet swiftly pass away-
I love to view you, when the glimmering ray
Of early morning tints your forms so pale,
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NOW wild the blasts of Autumn sweep along
These rugged rocks, this solitary shore!
Mingled with Ocean's deep tempestuous roar,
And many a sea-bird's melancholy song.
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AH happy insect! free from care
Thou sportest on the flutt'ring breeze;
Wild as the fragrant mountain air,
And playful as the waving trees.
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