Shall he strive with words to move
When deeds receive not due regard？
Shall he speak and neither please
Nor be freely heard?
Grief, alas, though all in vain
His anguish must reveal.
She alone my wound shall know
Though she will not heal
Shall he strive with words to move
When deeds receive not due regard?
Shall he speak and neither please
Nor be freely heard?
Grief, alas, though all in vain
His anguish must reveal.
She alone my wound shall know
Though she will not heal
All woes have end though awhile delayed,
Our patience proving.
Oh that Time's strange effects
Could but make him loving me.
Storms calm at last, and why may not
She leave off her frowning?
Oh that Time's strange effects
Could but make him loving me.
Storms calm at last, and why may not
She leave off her frowning?
Oh that Time's strange effects
Could but make him loving me.