From the French by Louise Stuart Costello

FAREWELL! since vain is all my care,
  Far, in some desert rude,
I ’ll hide my weakness, my despair:
  And, ’midst my solitude,
I ’ll pray, that, should another move thee,
He may as fondly, truly love thee.

Adieu, bright eyes, that were my heaven!
  Adieu, soft cheek, where summer blooms...