Though crowds succeeding crowds I see,
Quite from the city to the court—
’Tis all a wilderness to me!
Amidst a world of gaudy scenes
Around me, glittering, I move;
I wander, heedless what it means,
Bent on the thoughts of her I love.
Still I usurp that sacred sound
Too often and too long profan’d;
When shall I tread the happy ground