FAREWELL! and when the charm of change Has sunk, as all must sink, in shade; When joy, a wearied bird, begins The wing to droop, the plume to fade; When thou thyself, at length, hast felt What thou hast made another feel -- The hope that sickens to despair, The wound that time may sear, not heal; When thou shalt pine for some fond heart To beat in answering thine again; -- Then, false one, think once more on me, And sigh to think it is in vain. |