She then announces her determination to make the sacrifice of his society, in which alone her being seems to find its full completion.
Alas, dear friend! my soul indeed is fix’d—
Let him depart! Yet cannot I but feel
Even now the sadness of long days to come—
The cold void left me by a lost delight!
No more shall sunrise from my opening eye
Chase his bright image glorified in dreams;
Glad hope to see him shall no longer stir
With joyous flutterings my scarce-waken’d soul;
And vainly, vainly, through yon garden bowers,