Shall I strive with words to move
When deeds receive
Receive not due regard?
Shall I speak and neither please
Nor be heard
Nor be freely heard?

Grief, alas, though all in vain
Her anguish must reveal
She alone my wound shall know
Though she will not heal

Shall I strive with words to move
When deeds receive
Receive not due regard?
Shall I speak and neither please
Nor be heard
Nor be freely heard?

Grief, alas, though all in vain
Her anguish must reveal
She alone my wound shall know
Though she will not heal

All woes have end, though awhile delayed
Our patience
Our patience proving
Oh, see that time's strange effects
Could but make him
Could but make him loving me

Storms calm at last, and why may not
She leave off
She leave off her frowning?
Oh, see that time's strange effects
Could but make her
Could but make her loving me

Storms calm at last, and why may not
She leave off
She leave off her frowning?
Oh, see that time's strange effects
Could but make her
Could but make her loving me