While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.