You told me so

This you said: My heart remains still afflicted

By the latest love by which it was bruised;

No new flow'rs can grow in this plot destroyed

By his cruel feet that have trampl'd it o'er.

I muse: It is night; let us wait for dawn!

This you said: My heart remains still afflicted.

This you said: Who knows? Tomorrow perhaps,

For me oblivion will endear your fondness

And our feet will tread the self-same old path;

And our dreams be filled with the same delight!

In its turn, my hand will seek out your hand.

This you said: Who knows? Tomorrow perhaps.

This you said: Wait! Wait! I am tired of waiting.

The dawn has arrived, tomorrow has come!

Not a word of hope is there to be heard,

And thy heart, that keeps its unknown misfortune,

To its vain regret, is still filled with kindness.

This you said: Wait! Wait! I am weary waiting.