Ah! Who Is He By Cynthia'S Gleam Discern'D, The Statue Of Distress: Weeping Beside The Willow'D Stream That Bathes The Woodland Wilderness? Why Talks He To The Idle Air? Why, Listless, At His Length Reclin'D, Heaves He The Groan Of Deep Despair, Responsive To The Midnight Wind? Speak, Gentle Shepherd! Tell Me Why? Sir! He Has Lost His Wife, They Say Of What Disorder Did She Die? Lord, Sir! Of None She Ran Away.