IF sometimes in the haunts of men The lonely hour presents again The semblance of thy gentle shade: And now that sad and silent hour Thus much of thee can still restore, And sorrow unobserved may pour The plaint she dare not speak before. Oh, pardon that in crowds awhile, I waste one thought I owe to thee, I would not fools should overhear If not the goblet pass unquaff'd, It is not drain'd to banish care; The cup must hold a deadlier draught, From all her troubled visions free, 4. For wert thou vanish'd from my mind, 5. For well I know, that such had been March 14th, 1812. But now, 2. like me, too well thou know'st What trifles oft the heart recall ; And those who once have loved the most Too soon forget they loved at all. .3. And such the change the heart displays, 4. If so, it never shall be mine To mourn the loss of such a heart; The fault was Nature's fault, not thine, Which made thee fickle as thou art. 5. As rolls the ocean's changing tide, |