My brightest hopes are mix'd with tears, <br />Like hues of light and gloom; <br />As when mid sun-shine rain appears, <br />Love rises with a thousand fears, <br /> <br />To pine and still to bloom. <br />When I have told my last fond tale <br />In lines of song to thee, <br />And for departure spread my sail, <br />Say, lovely princess, wilt thou fail <br />To drop a tear for me? <br /> <br />O, princess, should my votive strain <br />Salute thy ear no more, <br />Like one deserted on the main, <br />I still shall gaze, alas! but vain, <br />On wedlock's flow'ry shore.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-billet-doux-2/
