Holy St Cyprian! thy waters stray
With still and solemn tone
And fast my bright hours pass away
And somewhat throws a shadow grey
Even as twilight closes day
Upon thy waters lone

Farewell! if I might come again
Young as I was & free
And feel once more in every vein
The fire of that first passion reign
Which sorrow could not quench nor pain
I'd soon return to thee
But while thy billows seek the main
That never more may be!