1822 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Robert Southey

Chauncy Hare Townshend, "To Robert Southey" Poems (1822) 330.



Friend of the lonely walk, and midnight bower,
Now, while the elves their star-light vigils keep,
And all beside lies hush'd in slumber deep,
Southey, thy magic lay's resistless power
Detains me here, regardless of the hour,
Indulging visions, lovelier e'en than sleep
Brings in her train: the quiet tears, I weep,
Are grateful as the dews, that bathe the flower,
Thirsting for rain, which sultry day denies,
As to thy Roderick's agonizing woes,
With kindred feeling, my full soul replies.
Ah, who, like thee, sweet Bard of nature, knows
To call forth all the heart's best sympathies,
And cheat it's own deep sorrows to repose!