Joanna Baillie - L'Ennuyee lyrics

OH ! is it dreaming folly That thus my mind deludes? Or listless melancholy Unbidden that intrudes? Why sinks this soul of pleasure That once could tower away, And revel without measure In realms of brightest day? 'Tis gaiety, that wasted Leaves me and sickening flies; 'Tis pensiveness has hasted To bid my heart be wise; 'Tis indolence unsteady That claims a right to grieve, Because no joy is ready Its languors to deceive. 'Tis rain and sullen weather, That chill me and annoy;-- 'Tis--oh, 'tis all together That thus my bliss destroy! At noon the lark was singing; Yon lake with sunshine warm; Look, how those clouds are bringing Their odious heaps of storm. Alas! what vain delusion Can all these follies name-- Oh, rise my cheek's confusion! Oh, sink my heart with shame! That heart each joy possessing, That toils itself to tease; And turns from every blessing, Fantastic with its ease. Ye heirs of want and sorrow, Oh, rise upon my view! And let my fancy borrow Reproof and awe from you. Oh, let me wake and hasten To haunts of real pain, And into silence chasten The follies I disdain.