V. I called on his name who had roused from her slumbers Sweet Echo, how oft, in her green-bosomed lair; I asked, where, and oh where, breathes he now his wild numbers? And the mountains around answered, 'where, and oh where?' VI. Years have fleeted since then;-but in sickness and sadness, As I muse on the hopes that once promised so fair, I ask, where, and oh where, are those visions of gladness? 6 And my bosom's deep cell echoes, where, and oh where ?' 1819. VII. WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN? I. WHEN shall we meet again, Meet ne'er to sever? When will Peace wreathe her chain Round us for ever? When will our hearts repose Safe from each blast that blows In this dark vale of woes ? Never-no, never! II. Pride's unrelenting hand Soon will divide us, Moments like these be banned, Trysting denied us. Force may our steps compel, Hearts will not say farewell. Can Power affection quell? Never,-no, never! III. By the thrice hallowed past, By bliss too sweet to last, By all we're doomed to bear;- I will forget thee, dear, Never,-no, never! IV. If thou 'rt as true to me, Firm and fond hearted, Hate's dull desires will be Half of them thwarted. When shall we meet again?- In this wild world of pain Never,-no, never! V. But where no storms can chill, False friends deceive us ; Where with protracted thrill There, with the pure of heart, There we may meet to part Never, no, never! |