My brightest hopes are mix'd with tears, br Like hues of light and gloom; br As when mid sun-shine rain appears, br Love rises with a thousand fears, br br To pine and still to bloom. br When I have told my last fond tale br In lines of song to thee, br And for departure spread my sail, br Say, lovely princess, wilt thou fail br To drop a tear for me? br br O, princess, should my votive strain br Salute thy ear no more, br Like one deserted on the main, br I still shall gaze, alas! but vain, br On wedlock's flow'ry shore.