Go, then 't is vain to hover Thus round a hope that's dead; At length my dream is over; 'Twas sweet -'t was false -'t is fled! - Farewell! since naught it moves thee, Such truth as mine to see Some one, who far less loves thee, Perhaps more blest will be. Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness New life around me shed; Farewell, false heart, whose lightness Now leaves me death instead. Go, now, those charms surrender To some new lover's sigh One who, tho' far less tender, May be more blest than I. |