Sure, sure those dear pleasures once more will return;
How long in this Absence distrest must I mourn?
How long must I wish, while my lot I deplore,
That dear angel-face! — could I see it once more!
That dear angel-voice! — Time, how swift didst thou seem,
While I listen'd enchanted as Love was her theme!
O come those dear hours! and to soothe my fond pain
Love again be her theme, and I listen again!