Gentle sighs my lips controlling,
Bind my soul in beauty’s chain.
Oft in slumbers deep recesses,
I thy mirror’d image see;
Fancy mocks the vain caresses,
I would lavish like a bee!
But how vain is glittering sadness!
Hark, I hear distraction’s knell!
Torture gilds my heart with madness!
Now for ever fare thee well!