Turn on me, Love, thine eye of blue,
The sunbeam of my drooping heart,
My languid hope to life renew,
One ray of joy impart.
The Spring walks forth in beauty drest,5
The brow of Heav'n looks clear the while,
I only languish all unblest,
'Till my beloved smile.
The brow of Heav'n looks clear in vain,
If my blue heav'ns are turn'd away,10
On me no life, no sweets, ye rain
Ye balmy showers of May!
Smile my belov'd! Oh! smile, as when
Our youthful loves were in their spring,
And teach this thrilling heart again 15
The song of joy to sing!