Go then, if she, whose shade thou art, br No more will let thee soothe my pain; br Yet, tell her, it has cost this heart br Some pangs, to give thee back again. br br Tell her, the smile was not so dear, br With which she made the semblance mine, br As bitter is the burning tear, br With which I now the gift resign. br br Yet go -- and could she still restore, br As some exchange for taking thee.