Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near
Air—“Let me in this ae night.”
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.
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.