Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Ode: Tell me, thou soul of her I loveJames Thomson (17001748)
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Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled?
To what delightful world above,
Appointed for the happy dead?
And sometimes share thy lover’s woe
Where, void of thee, his cheerless home
Can now, alas! no comfort know?
While, under every well-known tree,
I to thy fancied shadow talk,
And every tear is full of thee—
Beside some sympathetic stream
In slumber find a short relief,
Oh, visit thou my soothing dream!