Adieu! adieu!
Bright eye of blue,
With ebbless oceans in thy hue;
Unloved, unblest,
I cannot rest,
While thou art waving to the West.

His prayer surceased,
The Golden Priest
Hath chanted Masses in the East;
And soon will skim
The river's rim,
To sing his dying vesper hymn.

I think — I think,
If I could sink
Beyond this juggling orbit's brink,
That I might drown
The Demon's frown
Where suns and satellites go down.

Farewell! farewell!
My bonnie belle,
I dungeon what I cannot quell;
Distraction's slave,
I weep and rave,
While prophets warn me from the grave.

A wretch abhorred,
I broke my sword
Upon the buckler of the Lord;
I feel the shock,
Upon my rock,
While the foul condors round me flock.

Adieu! adieu!
Sad eye of blue;
I've wrecked my life within thy hue.
I grieve, I grieve,
And yet I live
To know the future God may give.