Farewell to thee! but not farewell br To all my fondest thoughts of thee: br Within my heart they still shall dwell; br And they shall cheer and comfort me. br O, beautiful, and full of grace! br If thou hadst never met mine eye, br I had not dreamed a living face br Could fancied charms so far outvie. br br If I may ne'er behold again br That form and face so dear to me, br Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain br Preserve, for aye, their memory. br br That voice, the magic of whose tone br Can wake an echo in my breast, br Creating feelings that, alone, br Can make my tranced spirit blest. br br That laughing eye, whose sunny beam br My memory would not cherish less; -- br And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam br Nor mortal language can express. br br Adieu, but let me cherish, still, br The hope with which I cannot part. br Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, br But still it lingers in my heart.