She has learned a sad lesson,—she trusted away
A heart that loved wildly, but O, how sincere!
She dreamed that such happiness could not decay,
But the full-flowing fountain has shrunk to a tear.
She thought that the sun, which at morn shone so bright,
Would surely shine on till the starlight appeared;—
But sorrow came down on the cold wings of night,
And all her youth cherished was trampled and seared;