When for one tender voice you vainly hark,
When quenched in night seems Love’s ethereal spark;
“And when, heart-broken, you remember me,
The love forsaken in youth’s wanton glee,
To roam the wide world fickle, fancy free;
“And you return repentant and forlorn,
Shamed in your soul that ever you were born,
Scarred with the lash of heartless worldings’ scorn;
“And when you find, despite the cruel past,
The patient heart that held your image fast,