David Diamond

Thou whose spell can raise the dead Bid the prophet's form appear 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the phantom seer!' Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre

Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine And health and youth possess'd me; My goblets blush'd from every vine And lovely forms carress'd me; I sunn'd my heart in

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu Bid adieu to girlish days Happy love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ways - The zone that doth become thee fair The snood upon thy yellow