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THE ADIEU.

5.

Fields, which surround yon rustic cot,[1]
While yet I linger here,
Adieu! you are not now forgot,
To retrospection dear.
Streamlet![2] along whose rippling surge
My youthful limbs were wont to urge,
At noontide heat, their pliant course;
Plunging with ardour from the shore,
Thy springs will lave these limbs no more,
Deprived of active force.


6.

And shall I here forget the scene,
Still nearest to my breast?
Rocks rise and rivers roll between
The spot which passion blest;
Yet Mary,[3] all thy beauties seem
Fresh as in Love's bewitching dream,
To me in smiles display'd;
Till slow disease resigns his prey
To Death, the parent of decay,
Thine image cannot fade.


  1. [Mrs. Pigot's Cottage.]
  2. [The river Grete, at Southwell]
  3. [Mary Chaworth.]