Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side,

To gaze on Dian's wave-reflected sphere,[el]

The Soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride,[em]

And flies unconscious o'er each backward year;

None are so desolate but something dear,[en]

Dearer than self, possesses or possessed

A thought, and claims the homage of a tear;

A flashing pang! of which the weary breast

Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest.