On the Discovery of the Cape of Good Hope,
or Cape of Storms
Thy form was fair, thine eye was bright,
Thy voice was melody;
'Tis the spot where we parted—
Oh! never again
Can its breeze or its blossoms
Awake but to pain.
My ev'ry thought and wish was thine;
Alas! thou know'st too well—
The ties that bind thy soul and mine,
How lasting need I tell.
By the brightness of the morning ray,
By the deepest shades of night—
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
'Tis ever in my sight.
In early days thy fondness taught
My soul its endless love to know;
Thy image waked in every thought,
Nor fear'd my tongue to tell thee so.
The transient time, for ever past,
How shall I dare review!—
Thou wert lovely to my sight,
When in yonder dell I found thee
In thy radiant beauty bright,
Though a desert spread around thee;