How, Chilina, couldst thou leave us,
Go to yonder darksome place,
Where no firelight and no sunlight
Cheers the cold, the narrow space?
Ah, Chili! mine eyes will seek thee,
And they will not find thy face!
All so soon to be forsaken—
How could I such woe foresee?
Ah! thy sister Annadea,
She will meet thee joyfully—