Oh, never! no, never!
Thou'lt meet me again!
Thy spirit for ever
Has burst from its chain;
The links thou hast broken
Are all that remain,
For never, oh! never,
Thou'lt meet me again.

Like the sound of the viol,
That dies on the blast;
Like the shade on the dial,
Thy spirit has pass'd.
The breezes blow round me,
But give back no strain;
The shade on the dial
Returns not again.

Where roses enshrined thee,
In light trellis'd shade,
Still hoping to find thee,
How oft have I strayed!
Thy desolate dwelling
I traverse in vain;-
The stillness has whisper'd,
Thou'lt ne'er come again.

I still haste to meet thee,
When footsteps I hear;
And start, when to greet me
Thou dost not appear;
Then afresh o'er my spirit
Steals mem'ry of pain, -
For never, oh! never,
Thou'lt meet me again.