He bade farewell to honour and to ease;

His spirit fell, and from that hour assured

How vain his dreams, he suffer’d and was cured.

Our Poet hurried on, with wish to fly

From all mankind, to be conceal’d, and die.

Alas! what hopes, what high romantic views

Did that one visit to the soul infuse,

Which cherished with such love, ’twas worse than death to lose.

Still he would strive, though painful was the strife,

To walk in this appointed road of life;