Yes! Yes 'tis Love to Pine in Sorrow

Yes yes 'tis love to pine in sorrow
While one dear object wanders far away
To hope, but vainly hope tomorrow
Will well reward the sadness of today.
To fly to rest, at early eve,
Yet not alas! to sleep, but grieve,
And then at noon
To think it soon
The couch to leave.

To feel strange mirth, but stranger anguish
To breathe one moment songs of pleasure,
And dance in gay fantastic measure
The next to weep and then to languish,
To feel strange mirth, but stranger anguish
To breathe one moment songs of pleasure
And dance and dance in gay fantastic measure
The next to weep and then to languish.
Thou mak'st me feel all this Lysander!
But say dost thou like me in absence pine,
Ah! no! for then thou would'st not wander,
But thy own pangs, would bid thee shorten mine.
Then let thy scorn my hatred move,
Thy victim I disdain to prove,
But ah in vain,
For my disdain
Alas! is love.