Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.