"Away from whom? Alas! What ill
Press'd the warm life-hopes from her heart?
Was she not young and lovely still?
What made the frequent tear-drops start
From eyes, whose light of love could fill
My inmost soul, and bade me part
From noisy comrades in the street,
To kiss her cheek, so cold and pale,
To clasp her neck, and hold her hand,
And list the oft-repeated tale