WITH faltering step would I depart, From home and friend that claimed my heart -- And the big tear would dim mine eye, Fixed on the scenes of early years, (Each spot some pleasure past endears) And I would mingle with a sigh The accents of the farewell lay -- But for my love that's far way! Friends and dear native land, adieu! In hope we part -- no tears bedew My cheek -- no dark regrets alloy The buoyant feelings of the hour That leads me to my ladye's bower -- My breast throbs with a wondrous joy, While every life-pulse seems to say -- "Haste to thy love that's far away!" |