Long, long the night,

　　Heavy comes the morrow

　　While my soul’s delight

　　Is on her bed of sorrow.

　　Can I cease to care?

　　Can I cease to languish,

　　While my darling fair

　　Is on the couch of anguish?

　　Long, long the night,

　　Heavy comes the morrow

　　While my soul’s delight

　　Is on her bed of sorrow.

　　Ev’ry hope is fled,

　　Ev’ry fear is terror,

　　Slumber ev’n I dread,

　　Ev’ry dream is horror.

　　Long, long the night,

　　Heavy comes the morrow

　　While my soul’s delight

　　Is on her bed of sorrow.

　　Hear me, Powers Divine!

　　Oh, in pity, hear me!

　　Take aught else of mine,

　　But my Chloris spare me!

　　Long, long the night,

　　Heavy comes the morrow

　　While my soul’s delight

　　Is on her bed of sorrow.