Fear not that, while around thee

  Life's varied blessings pour,

One sigh of hers shall wound thee,

  Whose smile thou seek'st no more.

No, dead and cold for ever

  Let our past love remain;

Once gone, its spirit never

  Shall haunt thy rest again.

May the new ties that bind thee

  Far sweeter, happier prove,

Nor e'er of me remind thee,

  But by their truth and love.

Think how, asleep or waking,

  Thy image haunts me yet;

But, how this heart is breaking

  For thy own peace forget.