COME Grief, and sing a solemn dirge
Beneath this midnight shade;
From central darkness now emerge,
And tread the lonely glade.
~Ann Eliza Bleeker
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Of the Fair Susan
By Ann Eliza Bleecker (1752–1783)
[Born in New York, N. Y., 1752. Died at Tomhanick, near Albany, N. Y., 1783.
“On seeing Miss S. T. E. crossing the Hudson.”—The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker. 1793.]
’TIS she, upon the sapphire flood,
Whose charms the world surprise,
Whose praises chanted in the wood,
Are wafted to the skies.
To view the heaven of her eyes,
Where’er the light barque moves,
The green-haired sisters, smiling, rise
From out their sea-girt groves.
E’en Neptune quits his glassy caves,
And calls out from afar,
“So Venus looked, when o’er the waves
She drove her pearly car.”
He bids the winds to caves retreat,
And there confined to roar;
“But here,” said he, “forbear to breathe,
Till Susan comes on shore.”
Of the Fair Susan
By Ann Eliza Bleecker (1752–1783)
[Born in New York, N. Y., 1752. Died at Tomhanick, near Albany, N. Y., 1783.
“On seeing Miss S. T. E. crossing the Hudson.”—The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker. 1793.]
’TIS she, upon the sapphire flood,
Whose charms the world surprise,
Whose praises chanted in the wood,
Are wafted to the skies.
To view the heaven of her eyes,
Where’er the light barque moves,
The green-haired sisters, smiling, rise
From out their sea-girt groves.
E’en Neptune quits his glassy caves,
And calls out from afar,
“So Venus looked, when o’er the waves
She drove her pearly car.”
He bids the winds to caves retreat,
And there confined to roar;
“But here,” said he, “forbear to breathe,
Till Susan comes on shore.”