FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here;
Far, far from thee, the fate severe,
At which I most repine, Love.--------

O wert thou, Love, but near me,
But near, near, near me;
How kindly thou wouldst chear me,
And mingle sighs with mine, Love.----

Around me scowls a wintry sky,
Blasting each bud of hope and joy;
And shelter, shade, nor home have I,
Save in these arms of thine, Love.
O wert &c.------

Cold, alter'd friends withs cruel art
Poisoning fell Misfortune's dart;------
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
And say that fate is mine, Love.------
O wert &c.------

But, dreary tho' the moments fleet,
O let me think we yet shall meet!
That only ray of solace sweet
Can on thy Chloris shine, Love!
O wert &c.------