O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders here to wail and weep! With woe I nightly vigils keep, Beneath thy wan, unwarming beam; And mourn, in lamentation deep, How life and love are all a dream!
I joyless view thy rays adorn The faintly-marked, distant hill; I joyless view thy trembling horn, Reflected in the gurgling rill: My fondly-fluttering heart, be still! Thou busy powâ€™r, remembrance, cease! Ah! must the agonizing thrill For ever bar returning peace!
No idly-feignâ€™d, poetic pains, My sad, love-lorn lamentings claim: No shepherdâ€™s pipeâ€”Arcadian strains; No fabled tortures, quaint and tame. The plighted faith, the mutual flame, The oft-attested powâ€™rs above, The promisâ€™d fatherâ€™s tender name; These were the pledges of my love!
Encircled in her clasping arms, How have the rapturâ€™d moments flown! How have I wishâ€™d for fortuneâ€™s charms, For her dear sake, and herâ€™s alone! And, must I think it! is she gone, My secret heartâ€™s exulting boast? And does she heedless hear my groan? And is she ever, ever lost?
Oh! can she bear so base a heart, So lost to honour, lost to truth, As from the fondest lover part, The plighted husband of her youth? Alas! lifeâ€™s path may be unsmooth! Her way may lie throâ€™ rough distress! Then, who her pangs and pains will soothe Her sorrows share, and make them less?
Ye wingÃ¨d hours that oâ€™er us passâ€™d, Enrapturâ€™d more, the more enjoyâ€™d, Your dear remembrance in my breast My fondly-treasurâ€™d thoughts employâ€™d: That breast, how dreary now, and void, For her too scanty once of room! Evâ€™n evâ€™ry ray of hope destroyâ€™d, And not a wish to gild the gloom!
The morn, that warns thâ€™ approaching day, Awakes me up to toil and woe; I see the hours in long array, That I must suffer, lingering, slow: Full many a pang, and many a throe, Keen recollectionâ€™s direful train, Must wring my soul, were Phoebus, low, Shall kiss the distant western main.
And when my nightly couch I try, Sore harassâ€™d out with care and grief, My toil-beat nerves, and tear-worn eye, Keep watchings with the nightly thief: Or if I slumber, fancy, chief, Reigns, haggard-wild, in sore affright: Evâ€™n day, all-bitter, brings relief From such a horror-breathing night.
O thou bright queen, who oâ€™er thâ€™ expanse Now highest reignâ€™st, with boundless sway Oft has thy silent-marking glance Observâ€™d us, fondly-wandâ€™ring, stray! The time, unheeded, sped away, While loveâ€™s luxurious pulse beat high, Beneath thy silver-gleaming ray, To mark the mutual-kindling eye.
Oh! scenes in strong remembrance set! Scenes, never, never to return! Scenes, if in stupor I forget, Again I feel, again I burn! From evâ€™ry joy and pleasure torn, Lifeâ€™s weary vale Iâ€™ll wander throâ€™; And hopeless, comfortless, Iâ€™ll mourn A faithless womanâ€™s broken vow!