The Depart

ADieu sweet Chloris, for the Fates deny
Me longer life and longer liberty.
I'ave lost the one in gazing on that face,
Which justly may ot'h Paphian Queen take place
To thee my liberty's resign'd the grave
Tomb shall bespeak me Chloris constant slave.
How can I longer think to live when I
Ravish'd from the clear Sun-shine of thine eye
Feel chilling colds; and winter frosts begirt
Continually with fatal blasts my heart?
No'tis those beams, which thy bright eyes display
That must dispell, and chace these snows away,
That killing absence brings: nought but thy breath
May now redeem me from the dart of Death.
But there's no hopes, no other hopes but I
Banish't your presence, must resolve to dye:
Cloris adeiu! for ever now adeiu,
For dye I must be'ng forc'd to part with you.