Sonnet on the Death of Richard West + 

In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine, + 

And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire; + 

The birds in vain their amorous descant join; + 

Or cheerful fields resume their green attire; + 

These ears, alas! for other notes repine, + 

A different object do these eyes require; + 

My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; + 

And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. + 

Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, + 

And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; + 

The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; + 

To warm their little loves the birds complain; + 

I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, + 

And weep the more because I weep in vain. + 