"The blushy cheek, the lively, beaming eye, "The ruby lip, the flowing jetty hair, "The stature tall, the aspect so divine, "All beauty, you would think, had center'd there. 160 41 "Each future age her virtues shall extol, "Nor the just tribute to her worth refuse; "Fam'd, to the stars Urania bids her rise, "Theme of the moral, and the tragic Muse. 42 "Sweet as the fragrance of the vernal morn, 165 "Nipt in its bloom this faded flower I see; "The inspiring angel from that breast is gone, "And life's warm tide forever chill'd in thee! 43 "Such charms shall greet my longing soul no more, "Her lively eyes are clos'd in endless shade, 170 "Torpid, she rests on yonder marble floor; "Approach, and see what havock Death has made. 44 "Yet, stranger, hold--her charms are so divine, "Such tints of life still on her visage glow, "That even in death this slumbering bride of mine 175 "May seize thy heart, and make thee wretched too. 45 "O shun the sight--forbid thy trembling hand "From her pale face to raise the enshrouding lawn,-- "Death claims thy care, obey his stern command, "Trim the dull tapers, for I see no dawn!" 180 46 So said, at Death's left side I sate me down, The mourning youth toward his right reclin'd; Death in the middle lay, with all his groans, And much he toss'd and tumbled, sigh'd and pin'd. 47 But now this man of hell toward me turn'd, 185 And strait, in hideous tone, began to speak; Long held he sage discourse, but I forebore To answer him, much less his news to seek. 48 He talk'd of tomb-stones and of monuments, Of Equinoctial climes and India shores, 190 He talk'd of stars that shed their influence, Fevers and plagues, and all their noxious stores. 49 He mention'd, too, the guileful _calenture_,[C] Tempting the sailor on the deep sea main, That paints gay groves upon the ocean floor, 195 Beckoning her victim to the faithless scene. [C] _Calenture_--an inflammatory fever, attended with a delirium, common in long voyages at sea, in which the diseased persons fancy the sea to be green fields and meadows, and, if they are not hindered, will leap overboard.--_Freneau's note._ 50 Much spoke he of the myrtle and the yew, Of ghosts that nightly walk the church-yard o'er, Of storms that through the wint'ry ocean blow And dash the well-mann'd galley on the shore, 200 51 Of broad-mouth'd cannons, and the thunderbolt, Of sieges and convulsions, dearth and fire, Of poisonous weeds--but seem'd to sneer at these Who by the laurel o'er him did aspire. 52