HAD I a cave on some wild, distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the waves’ dashing roar:
There would I weep my woes,
There seek my lost repose,
Till Grief my eyes should close,
Ne'er to wake more!
Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare,
All thy fond, plighted vows fleeting as air!
To thy new lover hie,
Laugh o'er thy perjury--------
Then in thy bosom try,
What peace is there!