And sitting out last life's poor play.
Sad privilege! too dearly bought,
To sorrow over those that sleep;
Sadder, in apathy and naught,
To lose the will, the power to weep!
Ere thought and memory are obscur'd,
Let me, kind Stella! say adieu;
I would not ask to be endur'd,
No, not by e'en a friend like you!
Love, friendship, interchange of mind,