forlorn, my love, no comfort near

    air—“let me in this ae night.”

    forlorn, my love, no comfort near,

    far, far from thee, i wander here;

    far, far from thee, the fate severe,

    at which i most repine, love.

    chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!

    but near, near, near me,

    how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,

    and mingle sighs with mine, love.

    around me scowls a wintry sky,

    blasting each bud of hope and joy;

    and shelter, shade, nor home have i;

    save in these arms of thine, love.

    o wert thou, c.

    cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,

    to poison fortune's ruthless dart—

    let me not break thy faithful heart,

    and say that fate is mine, love.

    o wert thou, c.

    but, dreary tho' the moments fleet,

    o let me think we yet shall meet;

    that only ray of solace sweet,

    can on thy chloris shine, love!

    o wert thou, c.