Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
William Drummond of Hawthornden XXXVIII. To His LuteM
With thy green mother in some shady grove,
When immelodious winds but made thee move,
And birds their ramage did on thee bestow.
Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow,
Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above,
What art thou but a harbinger of woe?
But orphans’ wailings to the fainting ear;
Each stroke a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear;
For which be silent as in woods before:
Like widow’d turtle, still her loss complain.