1772 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Thomas Gray

John Ball, in "Tears of the British Muse" Odes (1772) 15.



Well may my Trees be wither'd, fail my Fruits,
And pallid Moss my sickly Boughs o'erspread:
Since He, my GRAY, who knew to tend the Shoots,
And twine the Tendrils into Bow'rs, is dead.

What Pomps funereal glimmer on mine Eye?
O whither does that long Procession tend?
From Learning's Seat to Glory's Mansion high,
Behold the last of British Bards ascend.

Why groans yon Gate upon its Hinge of Steel?
Old Camus grieves to let his Poet go—
What Shock is that which Eton's Turrets feel?
Her's too he was; she also shares the Blow.

Ah wherefore yawns that Cavern? whither lies
Yon radiant Road? — He told, the Bard who knew
And trod that Path — Ye Great, ye Brave, ye Wise,
Hear it, ye Fair! yon Cavern opes for You!