William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XI lyrics

Lamp of heaven's crystal hall that brings the hours, Eye-dazzler, who makes the ugly night At thine approach fly to her slumb'ry bow'rs, And fills the world with wonder and delight; Life of all lives, d**h-giver by thy flight To southern pole from these six signs of ours, Goldsmith of all the stars, with silver bright Who moon enamels, Apelles of the flow'rs; Ah! from those watery plains thy golden head Raise up, and bring the so long lingering morn; A grave, nay, hell, I find become this bed, This bed so grievously where I am torn; But, woe is me! though thou now brought the day, Day shall but serve more sorrow to display.