Ode on the Poet, fallen! fallen low!
In youth's bright morn, alas! too soon he died,
His genius bright, a beacon's fiery glow,
Extinguished now, and lost to mortal pride.
In youth's bright morn, alas! too soon he died,
His genius bright, a beacon's fiery glow,
Extinguished now, and lost to mortal pride.