4628760Poems — To MarianneAdeline Martha Nealds
TO MARIANNE.
My Marianne, the moon's cold beam
Now silvers yonder rippling stream,
And sweetly shines on me;
I gaze upon her lovely face,
And mem'ry aids me to retrace
The hours I've spent with thee.

How oft together have we seen
In peerless splendor night's fair queen
Sail through the cloudless sky!
But fate decreed that we should part;
And from my fond and faithful heart
Now bursts the frequent sigh.

How short, alas! was joy's bright day,
How swiftly flew the hours away,
When with my much lov'd friend!
Oh grant, ye gracious powers above,
That ours may lasting friendship prove,
And never know an end!