Written at Midnight by Samuel Rogers

Written at Midnight

While thro’ the broken pane the tempest sighs,
And my step falters on the faithless floor,
Shades of departed joys around me rise,
With many a face that smiles on me no more;
With many a voice that thrills of transport gave,
Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave!

Samuel Rogers
(1763 – 1855)
Written at Midnight, 1786

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