I MOURN FOR HER I'VE LOST.
I
Believe me not cold, tho' my bosom refuses
One sigh or one thought for the beauties I see,
For love cannot visit my heart till it loses
All trace of that one that was dearest to me.
Unmov'd I view the charms they boast,
For midst the forms that dazzle most,
I think of her I've lov'd,
I mourn for her I've lost.
II
And if, in their features, my eye faintly traces
A likeness of one I still fondly prefer,
How vainly I seek in their loveliest graces
The mind which gave value the beauty in her.
Unmov'd I view, &c.
