The hour-bell sounds and I must go
Death waits—again I hear him calling!
No cowardly desires have I
Nor will I shun his face appalling
I die in faith and honour rich
But ah! I leave behind my treasure
In widowhood and lonely pain
—To live were surely then a pleasure.
My lifeless eyes upon thy charms
Shall never open more, to-morrow
To-morrow shall thy beauteous eyes
Be closed to love and drowned in sorrow
To-morrow Death shall freeze this hand;
And on thy breast my wedded treasure
I never never more shall live
—Alas! I quit a life of pleasure.