I Once Rejoiced, Sweet Evening Gale

Amelia Alderson Opie

1769 to 1853

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I once rejoiced, sweet Evening Gale,
To see thy breath the poplar wave;
But now it makes my cheek turn pale,….
It waves the grass o'er Henry's grave.

Ah! setting Sun! how changed I seem!
I to thy rays prefer deep gloom,
Since now, alas! I see them beam
Upon my Henry's lonely tomb.

Sweet Evening Gale! howe'er I seem,
I wish thee o'er my sod to wave;
Ah! setting Sun! soon mayst thou beam
On mine, as well as Henry's grave!

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