This city breathes her love in every part.
But to a distant bourne was she addressed,
Alas! he knew it not, alas, poor heart!
The influence of some cold malignant star
Has loosed my hand that held her, lone and far
She journeyeth that lay upon my breast.
Not only did she lift my bosom’s veil,
Reveal its inmost secret, but her grace
Drew back the curtain from Heaven’s mansions pale,
And gave her there an eternal dwelling-place.