Six Love Songs (1830-1840)/I sigh for the girl I adore

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I sigh for the Girl I adore.

When fairies trip o’er the gay green,
And all nature seems sunk into rest;
Thro’ valleys I wander unseen,
My heart with sad sorrow opprest
There oft by the murmuring streams,
Fair Eleanor’s loss I deplore;
As alone by the moons silver beams,
I sigh for the girl I adoro.

When my flocks wander o’er the wide plain,
To some thicket of woodbine I rove;
The I pensively tune some soft strain,
Or sing forth the praise of my love.
Where does my fair Eleanor stray?
Must I ne’er see the nymph any more?
Thus destracted I mourn the long day,
And sigh for the girl I adore.

When first I beheld the sweet maid,
By moonlight alone in the vale,
Far, far from the village we stray’d,
Where I tenderly told my soft tale.
How long must I wander forlorn?
Ah! when will my sorrows be o’er?
Such grief it can never be born:
I sigh for the girl I adore.