THO' the late parting was our joint desire, It did with diff'rent passions us inspire; Thou wert o'erjoy'd, opprest with sorrow I; Thy thoughts did faster than thy footsteps fly. But tho' I strove and labour'd to depart, Spite of my feet, I follow'd with my heart; Since thus I griev'd my loss, it was unkind Not once to sigh for what thou left'st behind. |