The Singers' Companion ("Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour", etc.)/Tell me, my heart

Tell me, my heart, why morning prime
Looks like the fading eve?
Why the gay lark's celestial chime
Shall tell the soul to grieve?
The heaving bosom seems to say,
Ah! hapless maid, your love's away,
Your love's away.

Tell me, my heart, why summer's glow
A wintery day beguiles?
Why Flora's beauties seem to blow,
And fading Nature smiles?
Some zephyr whispers in my ear,
Ah! happy maid, your love is near
Your love is near.