Query any poem you want.

My brightest hopes are mix'd with tears,

Like hues of light and gloom;

As when mid sun-shine rain appears,

Love rises with a thousand fears,

To pine and still to bloom.

When I have told my last fond tale

In lines of song to thee,

And for departure spread my sail,

Say, lovely princess, wilt thou fail

To drop a tear for me?

O, princess, should my votive strain

Salute thy ear no more,

Like one deserted on the main,

I still shall gaze, alas! but vain,

On wedlock's flow'ry shore.