Classic Poem

Farewell ! and when the charm of change
Has sunk, as all must sink, in shade;
When joy, a wearied bird, begins
The wing to droop, the plume to fade;

When thou thyself, at length, hast felt
What thou hast made another feel —
The hope that sickens to despair,
The wound that time may sear, not heal;

When thou shalt pine for some fond heart
To beat in answering thine again; —
Then, false one, think once more on me,
And sigh to think it is in vain.