William Drummond - Poems: The Second Part V lyrics

Mine eyes, dissolve your globes in briny streams, And with a cloud of sorrow dim your sight; The sun's bright sun is set, of late whose beams Gave lustre to your day, day to your night. My voice, now deafen earth with anathemes, Roar forth a challenge in the world's despite, Tell that disguised grief is her delight, That life a slumber is of fearful dreams. And, woful mind, abhor to think of joy; My senses all now comfortless you hide, Accept no object but of black annoy, Tears, plaints, sighs, mourning weeds, graves gaping wide. I have nought left to wish, my hopes are dead, And all with her beneath a marble laid.