1   The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left      Shall never part from mine,   Till happier hours restore the gift      Untainted back to thine. 2   Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,      An equal love may see:   The tear that from thine eyelid streams      Can weep no change in me. 3   I ask no pledge to make me blest      In gazing when alone;   Nor one memorial for a breast,      Whose thoughts are all thine own. 4   Nor need I write—to tell the tale      My pen were doubly weak:   Oh! what can idle words avail,      Unless the heart could speak? 5   By day or night, in weal or woe,      That heart, no longer free,   Must bear the love it cannot show,      And silent ache for thee.