Unwarm’d by affection’s holy ray;
And hope was withered, as day by day
I watch’d for the bark, but in vain, in vain;
She never sought that green isle again.
I stretch’d my arms o’er the heaving sea,
And pray’d aloud, in my agony,
That Love’s pure spirit might with me dwell—
Then rose the waves with a murmuring swell,
Higher and higher, till nought was seen
Where slept in beauty that islet green.