XLIX + 

And farewell thou, my gloomy friend, + 

Thou also, my ideal true, + 

And thou, persistent to the end, + 

My little book. With thee I knew + 

All that a poet could desire, + 

Oblivion of life’s tempest dire, + 

Of friends the grateful intercourse⁠— + 

Oh, many a year hath run its course + 

Since I beheld Eugene and young + 

Tattiana in a misty dream, + 

And my romance’s open theme + 

Glittered in a perspective long, + 

And I discerned through Fancy’s prism + 

Distinctly not its mechanism. + 