forlorn, my love, nofort near

  air—“let me in this ae night.”

  forlorn, my love, nofort near,

  far, far from thee, i wander here;

  far, far from thee, the fate severe,

  at which i most repine, love.

  chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!

  but near, near, near me,

  how kindly thou wouldst cheer 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 thou, &c.

  cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,

  to poison fortune's ruthless dart—

  let me not break thy faithful heart,

  and say that fate is mine, love.

  o wert thou, &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 thou, &c.