"Through the shady grove I'll wander,
Silent as the bird of night,
Near the brink of yonder fountain,
First Leander bless'd my sight.
Witness ye groves and falls of water,
Echos repeat the vows he swore:
Can he forget me? will he neglect me?
Shall I never see him more?
"Does he love, and yet forsake me,
To admire a nymph more fair?