These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;

But in my breast and in my brain,

Awake the pangs that pass not by,

The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.

My soul nor deigns nor dares complain,

Though Grief and Passion there rebel:

I only know we loved in vain—

I only feel—Farewell!—Farewell!

[First published, Corsair, Second Edition, 1814.]