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