Page:Elegiac Sonnets 2.pdf/115

102

But still Hillario lives, to prove To some more happy maid his love! Hillario at her feet I see! His voice still murmurs fond desire, Still beam his eyes with lambent fire, But not for me!

Ah! words, my bosom's peace that stole, Ah! Looks, that won my melting soul; Who dares your dear delusion try, In dreams may all Elysium see, Then undeceiv'd, awake, like me, Awake and die.

Like me, who now abandon'd, lost Roam wildly on the rocky coast, With eager eyes the sea explore; But hopeless watch and vainly rave, Hillario o'er the western wave Returns no more!