SINCE by ill fate I'm forced away, And snatched so soon from those dear arms; Against my will I must obey, And leave those sweet endearing charms. Yet still love on; and never fear, But you and constancy will prove Enough my present flame to bear, And make me, though in absence, love. For, though your presence fate denies, I feel, alas! the killing smart; And can with undiscerned eyes Behold your picture in my heart. |