1
- Since now the hour is come at last,
- When you must quit your anxious lover;
- Since now our dream of bliss is past,
- One pang, my girl, and all is over.
2
- Alas! that pang will be severe,
- Which bids us part to meet no more;
- Which tears me far from one so dear,
- Departing for a distant shore.
3
- Well! we have passd some happy hours,
- And joy will mingle with our tears;
- When thinking on these ancient towers,
- We shelter of our infant years;
4
- Where from this Gothic casements height,
- We views the lake, the park, the dell,
- And still, though tears obstruct our sight,
- We lingering look a last farewell,
5
- Oer fields through which we used to run,
- And spend the hours in childish play;
- Oer shades where, when our race was done,
- Reposing on my breast you lay;
6
- Whilst I, admiring, too remiss,
- Forgot to scare the hovering flies,
- Yet envied every fly the kiss
- It dared to give your slumbering eyes:
7
- See still the little painted bark,
- In which I rowd you oer the lake;
- See there, high waving oer the park,
- The elm I clamberd for your sake.
8
- These times are pastour joys are gone,
- You leave me, leave this happy vale;
- These scenes I must retrace alone:
- Without thee what will they avail?
9
- Who can conceive, who has not proved,
- The anguish of a last embrace?
- When, torn from all you fondly loved,
- You bid a long adieu to peace.
10
- This is the deepest of our woes,
- For this these tears our cheeks bedew;
- This is of love the final close,
- Oh, God! the fondest, last adieu!
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