My heart had grown, like the Misanthrope’s,
Cold and dead to all human hopes;
Fame and fortune alike had proved
Baseless dreams, and the friends I loved
Vanish’d away, like the flowers that fade
In the deadly blight of the Upas shade.
I long’d upon that green isle to be,
Far away o’er the sounding sea;
Where no human voice, with its words of pain,
Could ever fall on my ear again.