Love, with rosy fetter, Held us firmly bound; Pure unmix'd enjoyment Grateful here we found. Bosom, bosom meeting, 'Gainst our youths we press'd; Bright the moon arose, then, Glad to see us blest. Denmark's honour beckon'd, Loud the canon roar'd; Perish'd in the battle They whom we ador'd. Sweet is, grave, thy slumber, Free from care and noise; Short are earthly sorrows,- Endless heaven's joys.
English Poetry - http://eng-poetry.ru/english/index.php. E-mail email@example.com