or her dear sake, and her's alone!
and, must i think it! is she gone,
my secret heart's exulting boast?
and does she heedless hear my groan?
and is she ever, ever lost?
oh! she bear so base a heart,
so lost to honour, lost to truth,
as from the fo lover part,
the plighted husband of her youth?
as! life's path may be unsmooth!
her way may lie thro' rough distress!
then, who her pangs and pains will soothe
her sorrows share, and make them less?
ye winged hours that o'er us pass'd,
enraptur'd more, the more enjoy'd,
The Lament(3/6)