Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe
What though while the wonders of nature exploring, I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend;
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom,—now from gloominess I
O soft embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleased
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled
