Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
Love once dwelt in a palmy isle,
His palace of the green leaves' shade,
A chain of rose upon his wings,
Whose guardian was a dark-eyed Maid.
They lived in sweet companionship:
Enough for him one smile so bright;
Enough for her to live for him,
To watch his chain, to keep it light.
But once the Nymph lay down to sleep,
Leaving her fragrant chain undone;
And Love awakened while she slept,
Shook off his fetters, and was gone.
The morning came, the Nymph arose,
And looked on her deserted chain;
Vain were her tears, and vain her prayer,
For never Love returned again! 
- ↑ Signature after last Fragment