I called to fading day As o’er the hill she flew, ‘Whither, glad light, away? Take me, O take me too!’ She said, ‘O wingless one, Thou has...

I called to fading day As o’er the hill she flew, ‘Whither, glad light, away? Take me, O take me too!’ She said, ‘O wingless one, Thou hast thy memoried sun’. I said to the droop’d rose Awhile that was so fair, ‘Why dost so swiftly lose, Sweet grace, thy blooming air?’ She said, ‘This is my doom; Cherish ...