It was a sad, ay 'twas a sad farewell, br I still afresh the pangs of parting feel; br Against my breast my heart impatient beat, br And in deep sighs bemoan'd its cruel fate; br Thus with the object of my love to part, br My life! my joy! 'twould rend a rocky heart. br Where'er I turn myself, where'er I go, br I meet the image of my lovely foe; br With witching charms the phantom still appears, br And with her wanton smiles insults my tears; br Still haunts the places where we used to walk, br And where with raptures oft I heard her talk: br Those scenes I now with deepest sorrow view, br And sighing bid to all delight adieu. br While I my head upon this turf recline, br Officious sun, in vain on me you shine; br In vain unto the smiling fields I hie; br In vain the flowery meads salute my eye; br In vain the cheerful birds and shepherds sing, br And with their carols make the valleys ring; br Yea, all the pleasure that the country yield br Can't me from sorrow for her absence shield; br With divine pleasure books which one inspire, br Yea, books themselves I do not now admire. br But hark! methinks some pitying power I hear, br This welcome message whisper in my ear: br ‘Forget thy groundless griefs, dejected swain, br You and the nymph you love shall meet again; br No more your muse shall sing such mournful lays, br But bounteous heaven and your kind mistress praise.