SINCE WE HAVE PARTED.
Since we have parted, oft the roses have bloomed
In beauty and pride, then faded away;
Through many fair sunny lands I have roamed,
Where mirth seemed to reign o'er votary gay,
And love to her shrine rich treasures did bring.
E'en Bacchus was there, with his sparkling wine;
In ecstasies, too, the Naiads did sing;
All hearts did rejoice save this one of mine,
Wand'ring afar, my lost love regretting;
For when in raptures two souls meet and love,
They still will love on, heart-aches forgetting,
They will love till life closes, and then love above.
So ever, fair one, I am thinking of thee,
Thine image can't be erased from my heart,
Thy face and thy form, I fancy I see.
Oh! woe was the day that doomed us to part.
In beauty and pride, then faded away;
Through many fair sunny lands I have roamed,
Where mirth seemed to reign o'er votary gay,
And love to her shrine rich treasures did bring.
E'en Bacchus was there, with his sparkling wine;
In ecstasies, too, the Naiads did sing;
All hearts did rejoice save this one of mine,
Wand'ring afar, my lost love regretting;
For when in raptures two souls meet and love,
They still will love on, heart-aches forgetting,
They will love till life closes, and then love above.
So ever, fair one, I am thinking of thee,
Thine image can't be erased from my heart,
Thy face and thy form, I fancy I see.
Oh! woe was the day that doomed us to part.