To D--

  1. 1In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp
  2. 2A friend, whom death alone could sever;
  3. 3Till envy, with malignant grasp,
  4. 4Detach'd thee from my breast for ever.
  1. 5True, she has forc'd thee from my breast,
  2. 6Yet, in my heart, thou keep'st thy seat;
  3. 7There, there, thine image still must rest,
  4. 8Until that heart shall cease to beat.
  1. 9And, when the grave restores her dead,
  2. 10When life again to dust is given,
  3. 11On thy dear breast I'll lay my head--
  4. 12Without thee! where would be my Heaven?