DISTANT VIEW OF WINDSOR CASTLE .

Yes, o'er yon lofty woods thy loftier head
I see; but not as erst I us'd to see,
When thy first peep thro' all my system spread
Anticipated joy, and love, and extacy!

Ah! then thy flag proud wav'd o'er that dear seat,
Where lov'd Maria liv'd...and she was mine!...
Where oft from far I hasten'd all to meet,
And hail'd thy lofty towers, and felt divine!

But she is dead! and I have wander'd wide;
Heard the winds whistle, and the surges roar;
Have rode tremendous on the threat'ning tide;
And many a trying scene have pass'd on shore.
All this have firmly met: but once again
Thy lofty towers to see awakes severest pain!