James Thomson - Sonnet 1 lyrics

"Why are your songs all wild and bitter sad As funeral dirges with the orphans' cries? Each night since first the world was made hath had A sequent day to laugh it down the skies. Chant us a glee to make our hearts rejoice, Or seal in silence this unmanly moan." My friend, I have no power to rule my voice-- A spirit lifts me where I lie alone, And thrills me into song by its own laws; That which I feel, but seldom know, indeed Tempering the melody it could not cause. The bleeding heart cannot forever bleed Inwardly solely; on the wan lips, too, Dark blood will bubble ghastly into view.