text:  All once dear to thee is vanish'd All that marr'd thy peace is banish'd Gone thy trouble and thine ease-- Ah! whence come such woes as these? Does the bloom of youth bright-gleaming-- Does that form of purest light-- Do these eyes so sweetly beaming Chain thee with resistless might? When the charm I'd wildly sever-- Man myself to fly for ever-- Ah! or yet the thought can stir Back my footsteps fly to her