As thoughts of the loved one far away,
And the teeming past, on my sad heart lay.
A Zephyr, that all this time had play’d,
Like a laughing child, ’mid the rose tree’s shade,
Flew up, like a bird, to the casement there,
And bore off in triumph the lock of hair.
’Twas a cruel theft! and harsh words of blame,
Like a mountain stream, from my full heart came,
For the reckless deeds of the careless thing,
Ever hovering near on mischievous wing.