Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee,
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAh, vainly true!
Never, ah never! must I more receive thee?
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAdieu! adieu!
Well, thou art gone! and what remains behind,
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspSoothing the soul to Hope?
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspThe moaning Wind—
Hide with sere leaves my Grave's undaisied Slope.