Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
Then fare thee well, love, for a little while!
Take this rose, I have kissed it for thee;
Now I will not give thee one single smile,
If 'tis withered when brought back to me.
The noon a now rising pale, pale in the east,
Like a circle of silver dew;
And as she has looked on our parting kiss,
She must look on our meeting one too.
Wilt thou not, dearest, be back to mine arms
Ere her zenith shines yellow above?
Think thee that then I am watching her course,
And that moments are ages in love. 
- ↑ Signature after last Fragment