When sable night each drooping plant restoring,
Wept o'er the flow'rs, her breath did cheer,
As some sad widow o'er her babe deploring,
Wakes its beauties with a tear.

When all did sleep whose weary hearts cou'd borrow
One hour from love & care to rest,
Lo! as I press'd my couch in silent sorrow,
My lover caught me to his breast!

He vow'd he came to save me,
From those who wou'd enslave me;
Then kneeling,
Kisses stealing,
Endless faith he swore!
But soon I chid him thence,
For, had his fond pretence
Found favor then and he had press'd again,
I fear'd in my heart I might grant him more.