COWPER. TO MARY. AUTUMN OF 1793. THE twentieth year is well nigh pass'd Thy spirits have a fainter flow; I see thee daily weaker grow— My Mary! 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, Thy needles, once a shining store, My Mary! For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil My Mary! |