Excerpt from A Widow's Tale: And Other PoemsPrefatory Sonnet.The lamp will shed a feeble glimmering light,Until the oil which fed its flame be spent;The small stars twinkle in the firmament,And the moon's pallid orb arise on night,When day has waned; - the scath'd tree, in despiteOf age look green, with ivy-wreaths besprent;And faded roses still retain their scent,When death shall make them loveless to the sight.So linger on, as seeming loth to die,Light, strength, and sweetness: - thus unto the lastThe poet o'er his lyre's lov'd strings will castA nerveless hand - and his fond labours ply;Not unrewarded if its parting sighSeem like the lingering echo of the past!About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.