Never, no nevermore,
Shall thy soft hand be pressed in mine,
Or on my breast thy weary head recline,
...
Leila, thou art resting well,
In thy lonely, narrow cell-
Dark and lonely, narrow cell,-
And I would with thee had died,
...
They are gone-They are gone,
From their green mountain homes,
Where the antelope sports,
And the buffalo roams;
...
'Oh mother, dear mother,
As calmly last night
I lay on my pallet
An angel in white
...
I touch not that harp,
Let it slumber alone;
For its notes but awaken
Sad memories of one
...
I love thee, Maude, as I ne'er loved before,
And as I feel I cannot love again;
And though that love has cost me much of pain,
...