The black eagle
Hark! yonder eagle lonely wails;
His faithful bosom grief assails:
Last night I heard him in my dream,
When death and woe were all the theme.
Like that poor bird I make my moan,
I grieve for dearest Delia gone;
With him to gloomy rocks I fly,
He mourns for love, and so do I.
'Twas mighty love that tam'd his breast,
'Tis tender grief that breaks his rest;
He droops his wings, he hangs his head,
Since she he fondly lov'd was dead;
With Delia's breath my joy expir'd,
'Twas Delia's smiles my fancy fir'd;
Like that poor bird, I pine, and prove
Naught can supply the place of love.
Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani
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