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Than I to see that beauteous brow,
In hapless love was lost;
At thy feet forced at once to bow,
To adore whate'er the cost.

But I depart, alas! the pain
No words can e'er express;
Heaven only knows it that can scan
The inmost heart's recess;
And saw the hours of deep delight,
So full now long pass'd by,
That all my wishes' utmost height
Heap'd up could satisfy.

Now while the breezes fair avail,
The waves are gently stirred,
And of the mariners the hail
Confused afar is heard:
Now from the deep's tenacious hold
The anchor's fangs they heave,
And all conspiring are enroll'd
Me swifter death to give.

Now with a vacillating foot
The slender boat I tread,
Soon destined from the bank to shoot,

As to the great bark sped.