LXI + 

O Melancholy, turn thine eyes away! + 

O Music, Music, breathe despondingly! + 

O Echo, Echo, on some other day, + 

From isles Lethean, sigh to us⁠—O sigh! + 

Spirits of grief, sing not your “Well-a-way!” + 

For Isabel, sweet Isabel, will die; + 

Will die a death too lone and incomplete, + 

Now they have ta’en away her Basil sweet. + 