I had a heart that doated once in passion’s boundless pain,
And though the tyrant I abjured, I could not break his chain;
But now that Fancy’s fire is quenched, and ne’er can burn anew,
I’ve bid to Love, for all my life, adieu! adieu! adieu!
I’ve known, if ever mortal knew, the spells of Beauty’s thrall,
And if my song has told them not, my soul has felt them all;
But Passion robs my peace no more, and Beauty’s witching sway
Is now to me a star that’s fall’n—a dream that’s passed away.
Hail! welcome tide of life, when no tumultuous billows roll,
How wondrous to myself appears this halcyon calm of soul!