Classic Poem

Oh ! never, no, never,
Thou 'It meet me again!
Thy spirit for ever
Has burst from its chain;
The links thou has broken
Are all that remain,
For never, oh! never,
Thou 'It meet me again.

Like the sound of the viol,
That dies on the blast;
Like the shade on the dial,
Thy spirit has pass'd.
The breezes blow round me,
But give back no strain;
The shade on the dial
Returns not again.

Where roses enshrined thee,
In light trellis'd shade,
Still hoping to find thee,
How oft have I strayed!
Thy desolate dwelling
I traverse in vain; —
The stillness has whisper'd
Thou 'It ne'er come again.