Classic Poem

Tune, Ay wakin O —

Chorus —

Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul's delight
Is on her bed of sorrow. —

1

Can I cease to care,
Can I cease to languish,
While my darling Fair
Is on the couch of anguish. —
Long, &c. —

2

Ev'ry hope is fled;
Ev'ry fear is terror;
Slumber even I dread,
Ev'ry dream is horror.
Long, &c.

3

Hear me, Powers Divine!
Oh, in pity, hear me!
Take aught else of mine,
But my Chloris spare me!
Long, &c.