May see her blest before he dies:

Alas! her father’s couch of pain!

But how with such a spouse remain?

Poor girl! how sad the lot that laid

Such choice upon a guileless maid!

She trembles—flees—that gentle being⁠—

Her lover clasps her—trembling—fleeing.

An April day was hers—so brief,

With tears and sunshine, joy and grief.

Upon the island’s lofty verge,