A little while, and I shall be
Fated to dwell afar from thee,
Our wild wood haunts no more to see.
To part from one I've lov'd so long,
Of bitter thoughts calls up a throng.
Whose only vent is mournful song, I
Unfeeling words, from hearts of stone,
Life's dearest dreams have all overthrown,
And I was left to weep alone.
But thou wert near! to thee I came,
Thy soothing sympathy to claim.
And hear sweet Hope's inspiring name.
But now 'tis mine henceforth to dwell
Where no heart is that loves me well.
The woes I fear no tongue can tell,
When I am sad, when all looks drear,
And Life's storms fill my heart with fear,
Thy cheering voice I shall not hear.
When Care's wild waves around me roll,
Thou'lt not be near to soothe my soul.
Though thou alone canst them control,
No more must I now mix among
The gay, the beautiful, and young,
O'er whom fair Hope's bright beams are flung,
For should I see dark tresses flow,
O'er outraged Feeling's fiery glow,
My soul would feel the keenest woe.
For then my thoughts would fly to thee ;
By Fancy's aid I then should see
Thy form —for ever lost to me !—