Song From An Evenings Love

After the pangs of a desperate lover,

When day and night I have sighed all in vain,

Ah, what a pleasure it is to

In her eyes pity, who causes my pain!

When with unkindness our love at a stand is,

And both have punished ourselves with the pain,

Ah, what a pleasure the touch of her hand is!

Ah, what a pleasure to touch it again!

When the denial comes fainter and fainter,

And her eyes give what her tongue does deny,

Ah, what a trembling I feel when I venture!

Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy!

When, with a sigh, she accords me the blessing,

And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain,

Ah, what a joy 'tis beyond all expressing!

Ah, what a joy to hear 'Shall we again!'