O how does my Fair one consume the long day?
Is the Charmer quite easy while I am away?
Indeed if our thoughts like our hearts should agree,
The dear lovely maiden is thinking on me:
Ah! did she but think with such fondness as I,
How much would she grieve, and how oft would she sigh!
Yet with so much fond Love may her bosom ne'er burn,
If she sighs as I sigh, if she mourns as I mourn.