Shall hail Palemon to his native shore, }
Where never interest shall divide us more.— }
“Her struggling soul, o’erwhelmed with tender grief,
Now found an interval of short relief:
So melts the surface of the frozen stream
Beneath the wintry sun’s departing beam.
With cruel haste the shades of night withdrew,
And gave the signal of a sad adieu:
As on my neck th’ afflicted maiden hung,
A thousand racking doubts her spirit wrung;