| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXXII. Visions
Ode: ‘Tell me, thou soul of her I love’ | | By James Thomson (1700–1748) |
| | | TELL me, thou soul of her I love, | |
| Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled? | |
| To what delightful world above, | |
| Appointed for the happy dead? | |
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| Or dost thou free at pleasure roam, | 5 |
| And sometimes share thy lover’s woe | |
| Where, void of thee, his cheerless home | |
| Can now, alas! no comfort know? | |
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| Oh! if thou hoverest round my walk, | |
| While, under every well-known tree, | 10 |
| I to thy fancied shadow talk, | |
| And every tear is full of thee— | |
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| Should then the weary eye of grief | |
| Beside some sympathetic stream | |
| In slumber find a short relief, | 15 |
| Oh, visit thou my soothing dream! | | | | |
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