On the Loss of a dear Friend .

V IRGINS , I have lost my friend,
No more you'll see her wander,
Where the willow-boughs extend
Wide o'er the streamlet, yonder:
I, for her, my home forsook
Near Arun's lucid fountain,
Left the plain, and glassy brook
That winds beneath the mountain.

Never shall we see her more!
(Expect not her returning)
'Till we reach the halcyon shore,
Where joy succeeds to mourning:
Thither is my Portia flown —
O, Nymphs, I tell ye, thither!
Ah! woe — for me! from earth she's gone —
" For ever! — and for ever! "