Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot

All wither'd where they once have been.

"How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid,

So long had they in silence stood,

Looking upon that tranquil flood

"How sweetly does the moon-beam smile

"To-night upon yon leafy isle!

"Oft, in my fancy's wanderings,

"I've wish'd that little isle had wings,

"And we, within its fairy bowers,

"Were wafted off to seas unknown,

"Where not a pulse should beat but ours,

"And we might live, love, die alone!

"Far from the cruel and the cold,

"Where the bright eyes of angels only

"Should come around us, to behold

"A paradise so pure and lonely.

"Would this be world enough for thee?". Playful she turn'd, that he might see

The passing smile her cheek put on ;