1810 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Henry Kirke White

John Gwilliam, "In Memory of Mr. H. K. White, whose Poetical Works have recently been published" Literary Panorama 4 (May 1808) 351.



"'Tis now the dead of night," and I will go
To where the brook, soft murmuring, glides along
In the still wood; yet does the plaintive song
Of Philomela through the welkin flow;
And, while pale Cynthia carelessly doth throw
Her dewy beams the verdant boughs among,
Will sit beneath some spreading oak-tree strong,
And intermingle with the stream my woe:
Hush'd in deep silence is the wayward breeze;
No mortal breath disturbs the awful gloom;
Cold, chilling dew-drops trickle down the trees,
And every flower withholds its chaste perfume:
'Tis Sorrow leads me to that sacred ground
Where Henry moulders in a sleep profound!