Oh he is gone

Oh, he is gone and I am here

Aye me, aye me, why are we thus divided,

My sight in his eyes did appear,

My soul by his soul's thought was guided,

Then come again, my all, my life, my being,

Soul's zeal, heart's joy, ear's jest, eye's only seeing.

Come, sable care, seize on my heart,

Take up the rooms that joys once filled.

Nature's sweet bliss is slain by Art,

Absence black frost life's spring hath killed.

Then come again, my love, my dear, my treasure,

My bliss, my fate, my end, my hope's full measure.