I feel I must for ever fly
From thy side far away;
If e’er so bold to be I try,
I know not what to say.
Alas! if thou couldst, my adored!
But hear those sighs, and thoughts express’d,
What happiness ’twould me afford!
I should be, Phyllis, blest.
But woe is me! beneath thine eye,
To sink in mock’d dismay,