Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke,
Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke
Which shew'd the beauteous rather than the true!
Alas! long since those glowing tints are dead,
And now 'tis thine in darkest hues to dress
The spot where pale Experience hangs her head
O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!
Thro' thy false medium, then, no longer view'd,
May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly,
And I, as from me all thy dreams depart,
Be to my wayward destiny subdued:
Nor seek perfection with a poet's eye,
Nor suffer anguish with a poet's heart!
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Comments1Wow, I really like how this poem talks about both happiness and sadness, like the line "The spot where pale Experience hangs her head O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!" It made me reflect on my own experiences, both good and bad 😔 But also taught me to not hold on to fantasies and look for perfection. 💠Feeling so deep after reading this lol 🙃 Anyways, back to my homework grind 📚 😩