Poetic trifles from solitary rambles whilst chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy..now written from memory, confined to fourteen lines, this seemed best adapted to the unity of sentiment, the verse flowed in unpremeditated harmony as my ear directed but are far from being mere elegiac couplets.
From Preface to The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 - With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan (1855) Ballantyne & Co , Edinburgh , kindle ebook edition ASIN B0082VAFKO
Back o'er the deep I turn my longing eyes,And chide the wayward passions that rebel:Yet boots it not to think, or to complain,Musing sad ditties to the reckless main.To dreams like these, adieu! the pealing bellSpeaks of the hour that stays not—and the dayTo life's sad turmoil calls my heart away.William Lisle Bowles
O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain,If that thy note's sweet magic e'er can healGriefs which the patient spirit oft may feel,Oh! let me listen to thy songs again;Till memory her fairest tints shall bring;Hope wake with brighter eye, and listening seemWith smiles to think on some delightful dream.William Lisle Bowles