Bid adieu, my sad heart

Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace, Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase; See the shadows of ev'ning how far they extend, And a long night is coming, that never may end; For the sun is now set that enliven'd the scene, And an age must be past ere it rises again.

Already depriv'd of its splendour and heat, I feel thee more slowly, more heavily beat; Perhaps overstrain'd with the quick pulse of pleasure, Thou art glad of this respite to beat at thy leisure; But the sigh of distress shall now weary thee more Than the flutter and tumult of passion before.

The heart of a lover is never at rest, With joy overwhelm'd, or with sorrow oppress'd: When Delia is near, all is ecstasy then, And I even forget I must lose her again: When absent, as wretched as happy before, Despairing I cry, I shall see her no more.