Moved with slow steps the melancholy pair:
Sweet were the painful moments - but, how sweet,
And without pain, when they again should meet!
Now either spoke as hope and fear impress’d
Each their alternate triumph in the breast.
Distance alarm’d the maid - she cried, “’Tis far!”
And danger too - “it is a time of war:
Then in those countries are diseases strange,
And women gay, and men are prone to change:
What then may happen in a year, when things