Musa Burschicosa :: :: University of Virginia Library

Light floats the breeze, the lark sings loud,
The strong sun pours his radiant river,
But o'er my soul there hangs a cloud
That I must leave thee now for ever.
O blame me not, thou fair one,
O chide me not, thou rare one,
That with one look
Sweet harm I took
From thy fine charm in Dalnacorra!

Fire must burn and light must shine,
And love, when it flames up with splendour
From throbbing heart by power divine,
Quench thou it not with touch untender!
O blame me not, thou fair one,
O chide me not, thou rare one,
That from thy look
Quick harm I took,
Nor turned to flee from Dalnacorra!

When first thy beauty on my sight
Streamed, and thy sunny graces found me,
A throng of star-eyed cherubs bright
Seemed dancing with light wings around me.
Then blame me not, thou fair one,
Then chide me not, thou rare one,
That from thy look
Keen joy I took,
And nursed sweet harm at Dalnacorra!

Now fare thee well, thou maiden fine!
When I am far from Dalnacorra,
Chaste gladness through my tears shall shine,
To think on thee and Dalnacorra;
Then blame me not, thou fair one,
Then chide me not, thou rare one,
That with one look
Sweet harm I took
From thee, fair witch of Dalnacorra!