SONG
.
O
Tuneful
voice
,
I
still
deplore
Those
accents
which
,
tho'
heard
no
more
,
Still
vibrate
on
my
heart
;
In
echo's
cave
I
long
to
dwell
,
And
still
would
hear
the
sad
farewell
,
When
we
were
doom'd
to
part
.
Bright
eyes
,
O
that
the
task
were
mine
,
To
guard
the
liquid
fires
that
shine
,
And
round
your
orbits
play
;
To
watch
them
with
a
vestal's
care
,
And
feed
with
smiles
a
light
so
fair
.
That
it
may
ne'er
decay
.