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The Parting.
Oh! is it thus we part,
And thus we say farewell,
As if in neither heart
Affection e'er did dwell?
And is it thus we sunder
Without or sigh or tear,
As if it were a wonder
We e'er held other dear?
We part upon the spot,
With cold and clouded brow,
Where first it was our lot
To breathe love's fondest vows!
The vow both then did tender
Within this hallowed shade[1]—
These vows we now surrender,
Heart-bankrupts both are made!
- ↑ Within this moonlit glade.—MS. copy.
