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watch'd the lessening sail That bore the friend away, Till but a misty speck it seem'd   Upon the billowy bay; The grating wheels you've mark'd   In their receding flight, Like victors vaunting, as they took Your treasure from your sight.

A sever'd tress you've hid Next to your bosom's core, A plant, the parting token, nursed Till all its bloom was o'er; Amid your choicest page Some wither'd flow'ret prest, That erst a prouder place maintain'd   Upon the dear one's breast.

You o'er the pencill'd brow In solitude have hung, And to the voiceless picture talk'd   With love's impassion'd tongue; You've sought the favourite walk, Green dell, or sea-girt shore, And felt how deep the shade had fallen On all that charm'd before: