The Spirit of the Attic Chest’s Farewell Address to the Editress
With deep regret I view the season o’er
Consigning me again to “durance vile;”
Five months the sweets of freedom to deplore,
Five months! till friends again around me smile!
What melancholy thoughts in order rise!
When I reflect, a willing pris’ner here;
My darling mistress, seeking purer skies,
Soars with the Muses to the solar sphere,
And thither in her careful hand she bears,
The varied tribute of each anxious bard;
Who each in turn, sweet hope, dark terror shares;
Dreads a reproof, and hopes a kind reward: