Oft as the poet views her portrait blest,
The distant fair one's form delights his mind:
And though life's tangling cares around him wind,
The lov'd one's picture is his bosom's guest.
Again — his lays, inspired by sweet unrest,
The fair one reads, at evening hour reclined,
And many a fervid thought so dear doth find
That deep it lies engraved within her breast.
Thus while her cherished picture soothes his pains,
And by his songs her griefs are oft allayed,
The pain of separation still remains!
Then deign, O Fate, the lot of both to bless;
Restore the poet to the beauteous maid;
Then might the miniature the songs caress!