Jonnie Comet16 March 1999
from Pamela; or: Virtue Reclaimed.
Man’s not meant to live alone
To till his Soil devoid of Mate;
To know no Charms affectionate
While Life’s long river courses on.
For all Life’s fleeting Comedy, 5
In all its temp’ral Stimuli,
Not one remaining Joy have I;
Not one, save precious Memory.
Would thee, O Mem’ry, grant me Peace!
Deliv’rance full to repeal Gloom, 10
From which that Sleep of dreams may come
From which the Soul might know release.
I am no good alone, you see:
My lover’s for Elysian fields
To taste what Fruit that Prospect yields 15
Across the endless crystal Sea.
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