THE SILVER HILL.
How can I leave thee, and thy father dear? As when fierce flames in one vast blaze unite, So burns my anguish. O ye Powers that be, Why have ye thus against me all conspired ? Must I, who love them both so fondly, leave My babe, more beauteous than the pearls I wear, And my dear Lord, without one fond adieu, Abandoning, return to whence I came? Cry not, my darling, ere I quit your side, From this full bosom I will draw a cup Of mother's milk, and leave it, sweet, for thee. When your dear father, who, in these fond eyes, Is fairer than the flowers from which I weave Chaplets amidst my tresses to entwine, Returns, and for his Dwaymenau inquires, Tell him what I have suffered for his sake. Now I must tear myself away, my child. Dark clouds are gathering in the distant sky, And long the journey that before me lies.a My fairy robes once more I must resume, Then, spreading my long idle pinions, soar High up amidst the rainbow-tinted clouds Which, by the gentle zephyr drawn aside, Shall, like a curtain, part to let me through. Aside to the ( With a soft strain of tender melody, Musicians.) I As I ascend, my flight accompany. Farewell, once more farewell, my darling babe, And you, my husband. Ah ! that you could see Your wretched wife, and her last kiss receive.a I cannot goaand yet 'tis death to stay.
\_Exit, after slowly retiring and three times returning to embrace her child.\_Exit, after slowly retiring and three times returning to embrace her child.