Imitated from the Chev. du Parney. 
Fairest of the captive train,
Raise thy silky-curtain'd eye;
Cease thy tears, and speak what pain
Taught thy lovely breast that sigh.
Shall the wretched Vaina dare5
Here her sorrows to deplore?
To her King her fears declare
Those eyes shall see her love no more.
Lovelier than the morn's first ray
Where is thy beloved gone?10
Vaina, beauteous captive say
Has thy lover faithless flown?
In the battle's dreadful day
Fierce and fearful was the fight.
There perhaps he breathless lay,15
Loving freedom, scorning flight.
Vaina, weep his loss no more,
Death, or flight his portion be,
Fate shall love and joy restore,
In thy King thy lover see.20
Let my Sovereign's pitying eye
Mark the tears which bathe his feet,
In the dust his slave would lie
Nor his angry glances meet.
Vaina fearlessly impart25
Whence thy griefs redoubled rise?
Chosen of thy monarch's heart,
Fairest in thy monarch's eyes.
To Vaina's lips with fond consent
Hath not her lover's oft been prest?30
Those eyes to earth now sadly bent,
To his have all her heart confest.
Hath he not on this breast reclin'd?
Dwells he not ever in this heart?
And shall the power of earth combin'd35
Force his lov'd image to depart?
Captive maid, receive this veil;
Hide thy charms from every eye;
From thy King no wish conceal.
Nothing will he now deny40
Oh permit thy wretched slave,
'Mid the fallen youths to seek
Him who fell a victim brave,
Let her press his pallid cheek.
Maid of sorrow, go in peace,45
Perish him whose barbarous loves
Could for selfish joys encrease
The woe thy gentle bosom proves.