To ___

GO -- you may call it madness, folly;

You shall not chase my gloom away.

There's such a charm in melancholy,

I would not, if I could, be gay.

Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure

That fills my bosom when I sigh,

You would not rob me of a treasure

Monarchs are too poor to buy.

Samuel Rogers

Written at Midnight

IF Day reveals such wonders by her Light,

What by her Darkness cannot Night reveal?

For at her bidding, when She mounts her throne

The Heavens unfold, and from the depths of Space

Sun beyond Sun, as when called forth they came,

Each with the worlds that round him rolled rejoicing,

Sun beyond Sun in numbers numberless

Shine with a radiance that is all their own!

Samuel Rogers