Some kind angel, gently flying, br Moved with pity at my pain, br Tell Corinna I am dying br Till with joy we meet again. br br Tell Corinna, since we parted br I have never known delight, br And shall soon be broken-hearted br If I longer want her sight. br br Tell her how her lover, mourning, br Thinks each lazy day a year, br Cursing every morn returning, br Since Corinna is not here. br br Tell her, too, not distant places, br Will she be but true and kind, br Join'd with time and change of faces, br E'er shall shake my constant mind.