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136 Than I to see that beauteous brow,

In hapless love was lost;

At thy feet forced at once to bow,

To adore whate'er the cost.

But I depart, alas! the pain

No words can e'er express;

Heaven only knows it that can scan

The inmost heart's recess;

And saw the hours of deep delight,

So full now long pass'd by,

That all my wishes' utmost height

Heap'd up could satisfy.

Now while the breezes fair avail,

The waves are gently stirred,

And of the mariners the hail

Confused afar is heard:

Now from the deep's tenacious hold

The anchor's fangs they heave,

And all conspiring are enroll'd

Me swifter death to give.

Now with a vacillating foot

The slender boat I tread,

Soon destined from the bank to shoot,

As to the great bark sped.