forlorn, love, no coort near

air—“let in this ae night.”

forlorn, love, no coort near,

far, far frothee, i wander here;

far, far frothee, the fate severe,

at which i st repine, love.

chorus—o wert thou, love, but near !

but near, near, near ,

how kindly thou wouldst cheer ,

and ngle sighs with ne, love.

around scowls a wintry sky,

sting each bud of hope and joy;

and shelter, shade, nor ho have i;