大象传媒

Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar:
There would I weep my woes,
There seek my lost repose,
Till Grief my eyes should close,
Ne'er to wake more.

Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare,
All thy fond plighted vows- fleeting as air!
To thy new lover hie,
Laugh o'er thy perjury
Then in thy bosom try,
What peace is there!