Him (ye kind shepherds) I bewail,
Till my eyes and heart shall fail.
Tis He that's landed on that distant shore,
And you and I shall see him here no more.
Return, Alexis! O return!
Return, return, in vain I cry;
Poor Coridon shall never cease to mourn
20Thy too untimely, cruel destiny.
Farewell for ever, charming boy!
And with Thee, all the transports of my joy!