We meet not as we parted, We
feel more than all may see; My
bosom is heavy-hearted, And
time full of doubt for me:— One
moment has bound the free. That
moment is gone for ever, Like
lightning that flashed and died— Like
a snowflake upon the river— Like
a sunbeam upon the tide, Which
the dark shadows hide. That
moment from time was singled As
the first of a life of pain; The
cup of its joy was mingled —Delusion
too sweet though vain! Too
sweet to be mine again. Sweet
lips, could my heart have hidden That
its life was crushed by you, Ye
would not have then forbidden The
death which a heart so true Sought
in your briny dew. 1822 |
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