On the Death of Richard West

by Thomas Gray


In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
     And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire :
The birds in vain their amorous descant join,
     Or cheerful fields resume their green attire :
These ears, alas ! for other notes repine,
     A different object do these eyes require.
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ;
     And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
     And new-born pleasure brings to happier men ;
The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ;
     To warm their little loves the birds complain.
I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
     And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Thomas Gray | Classic Poems
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