When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes br The light dies out; my soul replies br With misery of deep-drawn breath, br E'en as it were at war with death. br br When Phyllis smiles, her glance beguiles br My heart through love-lit woodland aisles, br And through the silence high and clear, br A wooing warbler's song I hear. br br But if she frown, despair comes down, br I put me on my sack-cloth gown; br So frown not, Phyllis, lest I die, br But look on me with smile or sigh.