Change the lov'd converse and th' enchanting air,
To shrieks of woe and howlings of despair!
Now tost beneath the vessel's ample side,
The last boat lingers on the breaking tide.
The bending deck receives the parting crowd;
And shades of sorrow ev'ry face o'ercloud;
Associates, friends, compress the burning hand;
In pale dejection weeping maidens stand—
Presageful, eye the liquid, wild abyss,
And wet with tender tears the trembling kiss;