1803 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Thomas Chatterton

H. B—y—e, "The Grave of Chatterton" Walker's Hibernian Magazine (January 1803) 54.



Mark'd you yon low and grass-green grave,
That seem'd to shun the gazer's eye;
Thy breast let mournful pity heave,
Ah! let soft sorrow steal one sigh.

Lo! there the son of Genius sleeps;
Angels, ye know the rash one's doom!
Whilst o'er the sinner mercy weeps,
His fate to judge who shall presume?

No heart receiv'd his parting tear,
No kindred bosom lull'd his pain;
Unfriended did the wild one die,
The sweetest of the Muses' train.

Here will I stray when fades the morn,
And oft with tears thy grave bedew;
Tho' virtue sees thy crime with scorn,
Yet soft compassion bleeds for you.