forlorn, my love, no comfort near
    air—“let me in this ae night.”
    forlorn, my love, no comfort near,
    far, far from thee, i wander here;
    far, far from thee, the fate severe,
    at which i most repine, love.
    chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!
    but near, near, near me,
    how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
    and mingle sighs with mine, love.
    around me scowls a wintry sky,
    blasting each bud of hope and joy;
    and shelter, shade, nor home have i;
    save in these arms of thine, love.
    o wert thou, c.
    cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
    to poison fortune's ruthless dart—
    let me not break thy faithful heart,
    and say that fate is mine, love.
    o wert thou, c.
    but, dreary tho' the moments fleet,
    o let me think we yet shall meet;
    that only ray of solace sweet,
    can on thy chloris shine, love!
    o wert thou, c.