Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Song 4. THE moments fly, and we must part

THE moments fly, and we must part,
To weep a long adieu;
But still this fond, this faithful heart,
Shall feel, shall beat for you.
Though seas and adverse fates divide,
Yet thought unseen shall fly
Upon the light breeze o'er the tide.
And in your bosom die.

1. Laura to Petrarch
2. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
3. Epitaph for My Father
4. Song 13. Spring returns, the flowrets blow
5. Addressed to Mrs. G.

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