FATE binds me here: beloved one, farewell;
Yet binds not all; the fond and faithful heart
Bursts all restraint, and wheresoe'er thou art,
Its best affections, still, delight to dwell.
To deem thee pensive, now, now, light of heart,
Now, on the wave, and now, along the shore,
Amid earth's stillness deep, or ocean's fitful roar;
Is faithful Fancy's never-tiring part.
And when, the circle of rejoicing friends
Greet thee, with many a smile, and sportive kiss;
Half pleased, half envious of that lavished bliss,
One jealous pang, swift messenger, she sends:
Home to the heart, the pained affections turn,
And mingled grief and love, the throbbing bosom, burn.