Once more I hail thee

Once more I hail thee, thou gloomy December!

Thy visage so dark, and thy tempest's dread roar;

Sad was the parting thou mak'st me remember,

My parting with Nancy, ah! Ne'er to meet more!

Fond lovers parting is sweet painful pleasure,

When hope mildly beams on the soft parting hour;

But the dire feeling, "O farewell for ever",

Is anguish unmingled and agony pure.

Wild as the winter now tearing the forest,

Until the last leaf of the summer is flown,

Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom,

Since hope is departed and comfort is gone.

Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December,

My anguish awakes at thy visage so hoar;

Sad was the parting thou mak'st me remember,

My parting with Nancy, ah! Ne'er to meet more!