| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. To Music | | By Richard Bingham Davis (1771–1799) |
| | | YES, 1 I must bid thy ecstasies farewell, | |
| Sweet soother of my soul! no more thy power, | |
| That oft has beamed upon the gloomy hour, | |
| Shall fold my spirit in ethereal spell. | |
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| No more I ’ll watch thee, wafted on the wing | 5 |
| Of fragrant eve, from the lone warbler’s throat; | |
| No more I ’ll hear thee touch the expressive string, | |
| Or swell with softening grace the airy note. | |
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| Past is thy charm that could my bosom thrill, | |
| That name, on thy soft undulations borne, | 10 |
| Which fancy heard in each delightful thrill— | |
| Eliza’s name is from my bosom torn, | |
| And when Eliza dwells not in the strain, | |
| Thy sweetest notes are harsh, my energies in vain. | |
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