O, Ever Dear! Thy Precious, Vital Powers Sink Rapidly! - The Long And Dreary Night Brings Scarce An Hope That Morn'S Returning Light Shall Dawn For Thee! - In Such Terrific Hours, When Yearning Fondness Eagerly Devours Each Moment Of Protracted Life, His Flight The Rashly-Chosen Of Thy Heart Has Ta'En Where Dances, Songs, And Theatres Invite. Expiring Sweetness! With Indignant Pain I See Him In The Scenes Where Laughing Glide Pleasure'S Light Forms; - See His Eyes Gaily Glow, Regardless Of Thy Life'S Fast Ebbing Tide; I Hear Him, Who Shou'D Droop In Silent Woe, Declaim On Actors, And On Taste Decide!