As one abandoned on a barren shore,
I look about me, crying in despair:
Where is a glance that can with thine compare,
And where are lips which hold such gifts in store?
And when I hoped or when I knew that more
Than one regarded me with smile so fair,
Scarce would I upward glance at him, or stare
With eyes that statue-like expression bore.

Though I the goal of earthly life attain
Never again rejoicing thee to view,
And all my love unrecompensed remain,
Fret not thyself but I may prove untrue;
New charms shall ever lure my love in vain;
Eternal beauty is for ever new.