Little Candle snuff’d too low!
Ah! I felt the fatal blow,
I saw the ruffian snuffer’s rise,
He marked thee for his savage prize
And stretching wide his sable jaw
Gorg’d thee in his hungry maw.
I felt thy agony of woe
Little Candle snuff’d too low!
Little Candle snuff’d too low!
All thy grief I’m doom’d to know,
In thy sorrow beaming eye
The starting tear, alas! I spy
Now in grief you melt away
I feel the sympathetic sway
Dear sensibility’s fine flow
Pretty Candle snuff’d too low!
Little Candle snuff’d too low!
Do not, do not, leave me so —
Ah! thine eye is waxing dim
They mould so fine, they shape so slim,
Deform’d and haggard now appears
Ah! stop those unavailing tears
Nor out alas! despairing go
Mournful Candle snuff’d too low!
Little Candle snuff’d too low!
Now returning life you show
Fire rekindles in thine eye
No more you heave the sanguine sigh
Now again thy beauties shine
The joy is yours, they joy is mine.
I feel the sympathetic glow
Recover’d from the snuff too low!