To Miss S___

Oh this heart shall be thine till another shall sigh,

And breathe forth his soul on thy white heaving breast

Till love for another shall speak in thine eye,

Till another shall sink on thy bosom to rest.

But Oh if that bosom shall still heave for me

And that smile, so endearing shall never depart—

Still faithful, thy white heaving bosom shall be

The rest of my soul and the home of my heart