Sweet Maid, I've heard thy frequent sigh,
And pitying mark'd thy languid Eye;
For well I know these symptoms prove,
Thy Heart a prey to secret love,
But tho' so hard a fate be thine,
Think not thy grief can equal mine;
Hope may thy joy, thy bloom restore;
I sigh for him who lives no more.
Thou, love-lorn Maiden, still mayst find,
Some object to assuage thy mind;
To make the Morning ray delight,
And gild the gloomy brow of Night.
But Nature's charms to me are fled!
I view alone my Henry dead!
What can my love of life restore?
I sigh for him who lives no more.
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