Second verse of Constance's aria

When I rejoice, He shows no pleasure. When I am sad, It grieves him not. His solemn voice Has tones I treasure — My heart they glad, They solace my unhappy lot! When I despond, My woe they chasten — When I take heart, My hope they cheer; With folly fond To him I hasten — From him apart, My life is very sad and drear!