By all that's good and glorious. - Lord Byron

I loved - but those I loved are gone;
Had friends - my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone
When all its former hopes are dead!
Though gay companions o'er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
The heart - the heart - is lonely still.

But he who seeks the flowers of truth
Must quit the garden for the field

In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.