Classic Poem

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This Dungeon, that I'm rotting in,
I think of those Companions true
Who studied with me at the U--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen,--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen.

Sweet kerchief, check'd with heav'nly blue,
Which once my love sat knotting in!--
Alas! MATILDA then was true!--
At least I thought so at the U--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen,--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen.

Barbs! Barbs! alas! how swift you flew
Her neat Post-Waggon trotting in!
Ye bore MATILDA from my view.
Forlorn I languish'd at the U--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen,--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen.

This faded form! this pallid hue!
This blood my veins is clotting in.
My years are many--They were few
When first I entered at the U--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen,--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen.

There first for thee my passion grew,
Sweet! sweet MATILDA POTTINGEN!
Thou wast the daughter of my TU-
--TOR, Law Professor at the U--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen!--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen!--

Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu,
That kings and priests are plotting in:
Here doom'd to starve on water-gru--
--el, never shall I see the U--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen,--
--NIVERSITY of Gottingen.