Go forth with gay and frolic song;
Bear to her heart my greetings, say
That I myself will come ere long.
"And she will greet thee many a time,
'Welcome, dear nightingale! I will say;
And she will ope her heart to thee,
And all its wounds of love display.
"Sore pierced by love's shafts is she,
Thou then the more her grief assail;
Bid her from every care be free: