1
Oh why, so sweetly smiling,
Those eyes are turn’d on me,
The captive soul beguiling
That struggles to be free.
Since frowns would sooner smother
My ardent hopeless love?
Your heart you give another,
Let me your hatred prove.
2
For Pit (sweet deceiver!)
Adds fuel to the flame,
Which burns more bright than ever
Tho’ hopeless in its aim:
Then, Mary, look less kindly;
Oh cease to smile on me!
Teach me to love less blindly,
Since I’m not lov’d by thee!