Works

Thy home seemed not of earth - so blest
But there has fall'n a shaft of fate
The dove is stricken; and the nest
She warmed and cheered is desolate.

But fairest not for thee, we mourn:...

Thou who wert born of Psyche and of Love
And fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast
Painting, oh, power adored!
My country's sons have poured
To thee their orisons; and thou hast blest...