The parting kiss

Laura, thy sighs must now no more

My falt'ring step detain,

Nor dare I hang thy sorrows o'er,

Nor clasp thee thus in vain:

Yet while thy bosom heaves that sigh,

While tears thy cheek bedew,

Ah! Think tho' doom'd from thee to fly,

My heart speaks no adieu.

Thee would I bid to check those sighs,

If thine were heard alone...

Thee would I bid to dry those eyes,

But tears are in my own.

One last, long kiss... and then we part,

Another and adieu!

I cannot aid thy breaking heart,

For mine is breaking too.