C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Ode on the Death of Thomson

By William Collins (1721–1759)

IN yonder grave a Druid lies,

Where slowly winds the stealing wave!

The year’s best sweets shall duteous rise,

To deck its poet’s sylvan grave!

In yon deep bed of whisp’ring reeds

His airy harp shall now be laid;

That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds

May love through life the soothing shade.

Then maids and youths shall linger here,

And while its sounds at distance swell,

Shall sadly seem in Pity’s ear

To hear the woodland pilgrim’s knell.

Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore

When Thames in summer wreaths is drest;

And oft suspend the dashing oar

To bid his gentle spirit rest.

And oft as Ease and Health retire

To breezy lawn, or forest deep,

The friend shall view yon whitening spire,

And ’mid the varied landscape weep.

But thou, who own’st that earthly bed,

Ah! what will every dirge avail!

Or tears which Love and Pity shed,

That mourn beneath the gliding sail!

Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye

Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm’ring near—

With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die,

And Joy desert the blooming year.

But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide

No sedge-crowned sisters now attend,

Now waft me from the green hill’s side,

Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!

And see, the fairy valleys fade,

Dun Night has veiled the solemn view!

Yet once again, dear parted shade,

Meek Nature’s child, again adieu!

The genial meads, assigned to bless

Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom!

There hinds and shepherd girls shall dress

With simple hands thy rural tomb.

Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay

Shall melt the musing Briton’s eyes:

“O vales and wild woods!” shall he say,

“In yonder grave your Druid lies!”

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