On your lips, with fondest desire

On your lips, with fondest desire,

I drink your last ling'ring sweet kisses;

For I wish for no other lover

But one whose heart will not be false.

On your lips, with fondest desire,

I shall drink in rosy oblivion;

For I'll love no more aught in this world

But things that no one can destroy.

On your lips, with fondest desire,

I've sipped the last hope that upheld me,

For I want to have no more suff'ring

But that whose pangs will make me die!