To Caroline

Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,

Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay;

And heard _unmov'd_ thy plenteous sighs,

Which said far more than words can say?

Though keen the grief _thy_ tears exprest,

When love and hope lay _both_ o'erthrown;

Yet still, my girl, _this_ bleeding breast

Throbb'd, with deep sorrow, as _thine own_.

But, when our cheeks with anguish glow'd,

When _thy_ sweet lips were join'd to mine;

The tears that from _my_ eyelids flow'd

Were lost in those which fell from _thine_.

Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek,

_Thy_ gushing tears had quench'd its flame,

And, as thy tongue essay'd to speak,

In _sighs alone_ it breath'd my name.

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,

In vain our fate in sighs deplore;

Remembrance only can remain,

But _that_, will make us weep the more.

Again, thou best belov'd, adieu!

Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret,

Nor let thy mind past joys review,

Our only _hope_ is, to _forget_!