Adieu to Thee

Adieu to Thee

Adieu to thee, Anna, for ever adieu,

Adieu to each sweet recollection;

I grieve most sincerely that ever I knew,

A girl of such faithless affection.

'Tis in vain to repine, then no longer I'll weep,

But indulge in a hope for the morrow,

Each care will I drown in oblivious sleep,

And every heart touching sorrow.

Yet think not thou Syren, in climes where I roam,

A new face can succeed to enchant me,

Oh never, dear false one; abroad or at home,

Thy image in mem'ry will haunt me.

Tis enshrin'd on my soul - 'tis impress'd on my heart,

Undisturb'd by gross passion's commotion,

In each hour of grief, it will ever impart,

A nameless delightful emotion.

With love's purest glow - but away with the thought,

Away with the flitting illusion,

Bright vision of bliss! it has ended in nought,

But a fanciful dream - a delusion.

Adieu to thee, sweet one, and may'st thou be bless'd,

May the tides of love still roll before thee;

If enchain'd by soft Hymen, Oh may'st thou be press'd,

To a heart that like mine can adore thee.

J.T.E.

1:39, p. 156

1827.12.07