With sorrow and repentance oft assailed, She from her inmost heart profoundly sighed, That Anger over Love should have prevailed.
"Anger has torn me from my love," (she cried,)
"Oh! had I made some note, which had availed, Thither, whence I set out, my steps to guide, When I departed on my ill emprize!
Sure I was lorn of memory and of eyes!"