That you a journey to our patron take.
I know her guardian; care will not become
A lad when courting; as you must be dumb,
You may be absent; I for you will speak,
And ask what you are not supposed to seek.”
Then came the parting hour—and what arise
When lovers part! expressive looks and eyes,
Tender and tear-full—many a fond adieu, 140
And many a call the sorrow to renew;
Sighs such as lovers only can explain,