For you have heard, as well as I,
That she'll be married speedily;
And then—my grief more plain to tell—
Soft cares, sweet fears, fond hopes,—farewell!
But still, tho' false the fleeting dream,
Indulge awhile the tender theme,
And hear, had fortune yet been kind,
How bright the prospect of the mind.
O! had I had it in my power
To wed her—with a suited dower—