Sonnet. Written In A Copy Of Falconer's "Shipwreck."
What pale and bleeding youth, whilst the fell blast Howls o'er the wreck, and fainter sinks the cry Of struggling wretches ere, o'erwhelmed, they die, Yet floats upborne upon the driving mast! O poor Arion! has thy sweetest strain, That charmed old ocean's wildest solitude, At this dread hour his waves' dark might subdued! Let sea-maids thy reclining head sustain, And wipe the blood and briny drops that soil Thy features; give once more the wreathed shell To ring with melody! Ah, fruitless toil! O'er thy devoted head the tempests swell, More loud relentless ocean claims his spoil: Peace! and may weeping sea-maids sing thy knell!
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