Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us—
Youth may wither, but feeling will last;
All the shadow that e’er shall fall o’er us
Love’s light summer-cloud only shall cast.
Oh, if to love thee more
Each hour I number o’er—
If this a passion be
Worthy of thee,
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.
Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:
All the shadow that e’er shall fall o’er thee,
Love’s light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee,
Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal;
Beam, bright eyelid, no weeping shall stain thee,
Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.
Oh, if there be a charm,
In love, to banish harm—
If pleasure’s truest spell
Be to love well,
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee,
Charms may wither, but feeling shall last;
All the shadow that e’er shall fall o’er thee.
Love’s light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.