In vain you tell your parting lover

In vain you tell your parting lover.
You wish fair winds may waft him over.
Alas, what winds can happy prove
That bear me far from what I love?
Alas, what dangers on the main
Can equal those that I sustain.
From slighted vows, and cold disdain?

Be gentle, and in pity choose
To wish the wildest tempests loose;
That, thrown again upon the coast
Where first my shipwreck'd heart was lost,
I may once more repeat my pain;
Once more in dying notes complain
Of slighted vows, and cold disdain.