No. 34.—Charade.—A Triple Character.
I sang my most melodious song,
My sweetest roundelay,
In vain, to win a wanderer's love;
Then threw my life away.
And now in distant Indian seas,
Beneath the wild waves' roar,
I sit, a prisoner in a cell,
And sing of love no more.
Afar within the realms of space,
Where planets hold their sway,
I shine to guide the wanderer's feet
Along the homeward way.