Heart, why, poor breaking heart,
oh why thus linger on?
Life, weary life, depart!
Now ev'ry joy is gone!
Hence, again to battle! Hope is o'er,
haste, in glory's field thy blood to pour!
No, 't is in vain,
thou'rt bound by a chain
more faintly each day
to throb and pine away.
Go, seek some kind lance, the more piercing conflict shun
of seeing the ador'd one a veil'd and cloister'd nun!
Nay, heav'n yet grant my prayer!
Bid the lov'd form, appear!
Still let me breathe the air
her sweet breath renders dear.
Still e'en in anguish 
near her languish!
Gaze, gaze, eyes dim with grief,
till tears bring soft relief!
Heart, slowly break and die
in one long, hopeless sigh!