Classic Poem

Adieu, 'tis for ever I bid thee adieu,
Thou dear spot of my first youthful love;
Thy moss-coated tow'r fast recedes from my view,
On the verge of thy precincts I move.

To thy daughters adieu! — and tho' when I'm away
I angelical forms may still see;
And tho' Phaebus may shine on the land where I stray,
As bright as he shines upon thee:

'Tis in vain! — her whose beauty can alien my love
From ELIZA, I never shall find;
And nought but the sheen of her eyes can remove
The gloom that envelopes my mind!