Go, dearest one, nor think my heart Will ever breathe a sigh, Because it never more may share Thy glorious destiny, My love has never sought reward, 'Twas joy enough for me To dwell within my solitude, And cherish thoughts of thee. While yet a child I freely gave Affection's untold wealth, Since then I've seen the swift decay Of hope, and joy, and health, Yet murmured not at Heaven's decree, Though thus of all bereft, While thou, beloved, wert at my side, A world of bliss was left. Though other ties thy soul may bind, Though we are doomed to part, Yet still it is no sin to hide Thine image in my heart; So sweet, so holy was the spell By Love around me cast, That even now I would not wake, Although the charm be past. Within thy memory by-past days Will leave a pleasant trace, Not all another's happier love Those bright tints can efface; Her lot must be a joyous one, If thou her fate control, But I have known that higher bliss -- A union of the soul. Farewell, beloved one: when thy brow The laurel-crown shall bind, When men are taught by thee to own The sovereignty of mind, Then think of one who looks on thee With more than woman's pride, And glories in the thought that she Has been thy spirit's bride. |