A fairy work! upon his childhood's shore;
In fancy sees his smiling, loving bride,
A queen amid her menial train preside;
And quite forgets that she his wiser wife,
Would love some cot, wherein to pass their life:—
Till Fate, vindictive, lays her lover low
Far from the hand which might relieve his woe.
At last, he dies—his spirit's latest groan
By her unheard—his latest wish unknown.
Thus Heaven hath punished him whose love of gold