An unsigned pastoral ballad in four double quatrains. Aminta, having discovered the perfidy of Thyrsis, takes drastic action: "O wretched Aminta! undone as thou art, | To the plain thou canst no more return; | No! the water's cold bosom shall wrap my poor heart, | There alone it can cease thus to burn." The State Gazette was published in Charleston, South Carolina.
The evening was mild and the vernal breeze bore
On its wings the sweet breath of the grove;
In the upland the torrent was heard scarce to roar,
Or the brook in the vale seen to move:
When with locks all dishevel'd, and bosom half bare,
Aminta forsook the gay plain:
She flew to the edge of a lake in despair,
And her tears, as flew fail amain.
"Young Thyrsis, she cried, has prov'd false tho he swore,
While he liv'd he would love me most true:
Oh my heart! treacherous man I will credit no more;
He swore — but 'twas all to undo.
The traitor but recently rioted o'er
This bosom, and and rifled its charms:
And to day — Oh distress so unthought of before!
I have caught him in Daphne's fond arms.
"I saw him behold her with love-poison'd eye—
I saw him her lips eager press;
While the maid each impression return'd with a sigh,
And restor'd to his arms each caress.
O wretched Aminta! undone as thou art,
To the plain thou canst no more return;
No! the water's cold bosom shall wrap my poor heart,
There alone it can cease thus to burn."
She stopt, and review'd the surface below,
Then sank in the brink of a wave.—
From a hill, Thyrsis saw, with a heart full of woe,
The plunge — and the maid flew to save.
Like lightning he flew: but alas the poor maid,
Ere he came down, had yielded her breath:—
On her bosom he threw himself frantic and said,
Oh Aminta! I'll join thee in death!