’Tis the image of Heaven that breaks on the deep!
For vainly the bosom whose pulses have throbbed
To the beat of a heart it had warmed with its fire,
Seeks to freeze the remembrance of tears it has sobbed,
And to smother the anguish of pining desire;
The remembrance will live, the remembrance will cling.
As the ever-green ivy encircles the oak,
And the tempest may strike with its withering wing,
But together they bend and together are broke!
Bright star of my soul! thus united we stand,