She falter’d out a long farewel!
Three tedious moons, with chearless ray,
Had vainly gilt the face of Night;
Nor yet the hero took his way,
To bless his drooping Rena’s sight!
At length, thro’ Rena’s fav’rite grove,
When now the fourth her radiance shed,
He came—and Vict’ry’s wreath was wove---
But, ah!—around a lifeless head!
Distracted at the blasting sight,