A FAREWELL.Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!I must be gone while yet I may,Oft shall I weep to think of you;But here I will not, cannot stay.The sweet expression of that face.For ever changing, yet the same,Ah no, I dare not turn to trace.It melts my soul, it fires my frame!Yet give me, give me, ere I go,One little lock of those so blest,That lend your cheek a warmer glow,And on your white neck love to rest.—Say, when to kindle soft delight,That hand has chanc’d with mine to meet,How could its thrilling touch exciteA sigh so short, and yet so sweet?O say—but no, it must not be.Adieu! A long, a long adieu!—Yet still, methinks, you frown on me;Or never could I fly from you.
Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!I must be gone while yet I may,Oft shall I weep to think of you;But here I will not, cannot stay.The sweet expression of that face.For ever changing, yet the same,Ah no, I dare not turn to trace.It melts my soul, it fires my frame!Yet give me, give me, ere I go,One little lock of those so blest,That lend your cheek a warmer glow,And on your white neck love to rest.—Say, when to kindle soft delight,That hand has chanc’d with mine to meet,How could its thrilling touch exciteA sigh so short, and yet so sweet?O say—but no, it must not be.Adieu! A long, a long adieu!—Yet still, methinks, you frown on me;Or never could I fly from you.