Away beyond the raging sea,
Where man my quiet ne’er shall break.
For now my hardened heart to feeling steeled,
No more to human sympathy will yield.
No more shall woman’s witching smile
E’er haunt the recess of my cell;
No more my trusting heart beguile,
Which now has learned these tricks—too well:
For I have found her fickle, false, and vain,
And once deceived, will never be again.