Classic Poem

17

For my distracted mind
What succour can I find?
On whom for consolation shall I call?
Support me ev'ry friend,
Your kind assistance lend
To bear the weight of this oppressive wo.
Alas! each friend of mine,
My dear departed Love! so much was thine
That none has any comfort to bestow.
My books, the best relief
In ev'ry other grief,
Are now with your idea sadden'd all:
Each fav'rite author we together read
My tortur'd mem'ry wounds, and speaks of Lucy dead.English