I Sadden While I View Again

I sadden while I view again
Smiles that for me the Graces wreathed.
Sure my last kiss those lips retain
And breathe the very vow they breathed;
At peace, in sorrow, far or near,
Constant and fond she still would be,
And absence should the more endear
The sigh it only woke for me.
Till the slow hours have past away,
Sweet image, bid my bosom rest.
Vain hope! yet shalt thou night and day,
Sweet image, to this heart be prest.