The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Addressed to
ADDRESSED TO
The bee, when varying flowers are nigh,
On many a sweet will careless dwell;
Just sips their dew, and then will fly
Again to its own cherish'd cell.
Thus, tho' my heart by fancy led,
A wanderer for awhile may be;
Yet, soon returning whence it fled,
Comes but more fondly back to thee.
W. Pople, Printer, 67, Chancery Lane.