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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
II. Rest
‘As thus Oppressed’
By Henry Kirke White (1785–1806)
AS thus oppressed with many a heavy care,
(Though young yet sorrowful) I turn my feet
To the dark woodland, longing much to greet
The form of Peace, if chance she sojourn there;
Deep thought and dismal, verging to despair,        5
Fills my sad breast, and tired with this vain coil,
I shrink dismayed before life’s upland toil.
And as amid the leaves the evening air
Whispers still melody, I think ere long,
When I no more can hear, these woods will speak;        10
And then a sad smile plays upon my cheek,
And mournful phantasies upon me throng,
And I do ponder with most strange delight
On the calm slumbers of the dead man’s night.

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