Give tears when with me love hath fled,
True love, thou know’st it now!
Oh, the free streams look’d bright, where’er
We in our gladness roved;
And the blue skies were very fair,
O friend! because we loved.
Farewell!—I bless thee—live thou on
When this young heart is low!
Surely my blood thy life hath won—
Clasp me once more—I go!