With heavy heart the casement I forsook,
While to my early home her flight sad memory took.
“Where is the happiness I thought to find
When forth I went, a young rejoicing bride?
Springs grief from earthly trials, or a mind
For ever restless and dissatisfied?
Montoro’s love outweighed the world beside,—
Is it his wife’s misfortune or her sin
That petty cares so oft our hearts divide?
Oh, that another era might begin,