Forlorn, my Love

Forlorn, my love, no comfort near,Far, far from thee, I wander here;Far, far from thee, the fate severeAt 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,That blasts each bud of hope and joy;And shelter, shade, nor home have I,Save in those arms of thine, love.O wert, etc.

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, etc.

But dreary tho' the moments fleet,O let me think we yet shall meet!That only ray of solace sweetCan on thy Chloris shine, love.O wert, etc.