WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
His castle still rear'd its proud head,But servants and wealth had all fled.
So double our ERGO BIBAMUS!Whate'er to his treasures the niggard may add,Yet regard for the joyous will ever be had,For gladness lends over its charms to the glad,
What a night of expectation pass'd I!For I watch'd, and ev'ry chime I number'd;If perchance I slept a few short moments,Still my heart remain'd awake forever,And awoke me from my gentle slumbers.
While not a blade of grass was green.I laugh'd to see his piteous plight,
Yet thy mild wing gives relief,
[Prefixed to the second edition.]
Amor enter'd in, and found me sitting,And he gently smiled in modest fashion,Smiled as though the foolish one he pitied.
The mighty bond was seal'd;In woods, on mountains cold,
A motion he feels 'neath his bed.The rat, an he likes it, may rattle away!
Just below it, see,Springs the fountainWhence I drink.
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