Separation[397:1]

A sworded man whose trade is blood, In grief, in anger, and in fear, Thro' jungle, swamp, and torrent flood, I seek the wealth you hold so dear!

The dazzling charm of outward form, The power of gold, the pride of birth, Have taken Woman's heart by storm-- Usurp'd the place of inward worth.

Is not true Love of higher price Than outward Form, though fair to see, Wealth's glittering fairy-dome of ice, Or echo of proud ancestry?--

O! Asra, Asra! couldst thou see Into the bottom of my heart, There's such a mine of Love for thee, As almost might supply desert!

(This separation is, alas! Too great a punishment to bear; O! take my life, or let me pass That life, that happy life, with her!)

The perils, erst with steadfast eye Encounter'd, now I shrink to see-- Oh! I have heart enough to die-- Not half enough to part from Thee!

? 1805.