Have been trepann’d, have lived in toil and care,
And wrought for wealth I was not doom’d to share;
It touch’d me deeply, for I felt a pride
In gaining riches for my destin’d bride:
Speak then my fate; for these my sorrows past,
Time lost, youth fled, hope wearied, and at last
This doubt of thee - a childish thing to tell,
But certain truth - my very throat they swell:
They stop the breath, and but for shame could I
Give way to weakness, and with passion cry;