YES, fairest proof of Beauty's power, Dear idol of my panting heart, Nature points this my fatal hour: And I have lived, -- and we must part. While now I take my last adieu, Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear; Lest yet my half-closed eye may view On earth an object worth its care. From Jealousy's tormenting strife For ever be thy bosom freed; That nothing may disturb thy life, Content I hasten to the dead. Yet when some better-fated youth Shall with his amorous parley move thee: Reflect one moment on @3his@1 truth Who, dying thus, persists to love thee. |