O lead me, queen sublime, to solemn glooms
Congenial with my soul; to cheerless shade,
To ruin’d seats, or twilight cells and bow’rs,
Where thoughtful Melancholy loves to muse,
Her fav’rite midnight haunts. 

We’re studying graveyard poetry in my Romantic module and it’s creeped into the new post on my blogspot. (via it’s cohen)