English poem
Written At Midnight.
by Samuel Rogers (1763–1855)
While thro’ the broken pane the tempest sighs, And my step falters on the faithless floor, Shades of departed joys around me rise, With many a face that smiles on me no more; With many a voice that thrills of transport gave, Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave!
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