More humbly to thee than it e’er bow’d before;
But thy pow’r is past,
Thou hast triumph’d thy last,
And the heart you enslaved beats in freedom once more!
I have treasured the flow’r
You wore but an hour,
And knelt by the mound where together we’ve sat;
But thy-folly and pride
I now only deride—
So, fair Isabel, take your change out of that!