Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
Just two or three faint chords.
The lights are fair in my father's hall,
The red wine is bright to see;
But I'll flee like a bird and leave them all,
My Ocean Love! for thee.
There is gold around my silken robe,
And white pearls are in my hair:
And they say that gems and the broidered vest
Are woman's chiefest care;
But dearer to me is one silent smile
Of thine eagle eye than them all;
And dearer the deck of thy bark to me
Than my father's lighted hall.
I have no home now but thy arms,
And they are the world to me;
And be thou but true, I'll never regret
All, dear love! I have left for thee. 
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