Where love has soft addresses paid
By Luna's pale reflected light,
No longer charms me to its shade.
"To me, alas! so far removed,
What raptures, once, that scenery gave,
Ere, wandering yet from all I loved,
I sought a deeper, drearier wave.
"Your absent charms my thoughts employ,
I sigh to think how sweet you sung,
And half adore the painted toy