Though his heart sicken'd as he said—Adieu;
And nurses still, with superstitious care,
The sigh of fond remembrance and despair.
TO A LLANGOLLEN ROSE,
THE DAY AFTER IT HAD BEEN GIVEN BY MISS PONSONBY.
Soft blushing flow'r! my bosom grieves,
To view thy sadly drooping leaves:
For, while their tender tints decay,
The rose of Fancy fades away!