A maidenhead, the virgin's troubleIs well-compare-d to a bubbleon a navigable riverSoon 'tis touched t'is gone forever

O I never thought that joys would run away from boys,Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such summer joys;But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toys

I wish I was what I have beenAnd what I was could beAs when I roved in shadows greenAnd loved my willow treeTo gaze upon the starry skyAnd higher fancies buildAnd make in solitary joyLoves temple in the field

I am - yet what I am none cares or knows;My friends forsake me like a memory lost:I am the self-consumer of my woes-They rise and vanish in oblivious hostLike shadows in love's frenzied stifled throesAnd yet I am, and live - like vapours tossed

How frail the bloom, how short the stayThat terminates us all!Today we flourish green and gay,Like leaves tomorrow fall.