'Tis the spot where we parted— Oh! never again Can its breeze or its blossoms Awake but to pain. Ah! as fair is the scene As it flourish'd before; But the ray that gave life Beams in lustre no more. Thou art gone—like the rainbow Departed each hue, That gleam'd for a moment, Then fled from the view;— I may gaze on the cloud, The bright shadow pa**'d o'er; But the light of thy form Shall enchant me no more.