From the French.
Originally published in Tait's Edinburgh Magazine (William Tait) vol.1 #6 (Sep 1832).
Adieu, too barren waste of earth,
Ye pangs of life, thou freezing sun!
A phantom pale at morning's birth
I pass away, perceiv'd of none;
Ye palms of an immortal spring,
Her fluttering feeble quest of you
My spirit leaves, and folds her wing,
Adieu!