A FAREWELL.

By Samuel Rogers

Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!

I must be gone while yet I may,

Oft shall I weep to think of you;

But here I will not, cannot stay.

The sweet expression of that face.

For ever changing, yet the same,

Ah no, I dare not turn to trace.

It melts my soul, it fires my frame!

Yet give me, give me, ere I go,

One little lock of those so blest,

That lend your cheek a warmer glow,

And on your white neck love to rest.

— Say, when to kindle soft delight,

That hand has chanc'd with mine to meet,

How could its thrilling touch excite

A sigh so short, and yet so sweet?

O say — but no, it must not be.

Adieu! A long, a long adieu!

— Yet still, methinks, you frown on me;

Or never could I fly from you.