Song

Nay! if thou must depart, thou shalt depart; But why so soon, oh, heart-blood of my heart! Go then! Yet, going, turn and stay thy feet, That I may once more see that face so sweet.

Once more—if never more; for swift days go As hastening waters from their fountains flow; And whether yet again shall meeting be Who knows? Who knows? Ah! turn once more to me!