On yefterday morning I left my repofe, A s gay às a lark at thé dawn of the day, w And went to the bower of the blooming rofe^ Where it nourifhes fair in my garden gay\ Ο little I thought a companion to find, Under the bower, or over the lee ; But there was my love fo gentle and kind, And he was preparing a wreath for me. I gave to my love a chaplet 1 wove, On the evening before by the light of the moon ; Which with joy he received, but he fcarcely believed That I had the goodnefs to grant him the boon. 'Twixt joy and defpair he put up a prayer, And aik'd for my grace with a pitiful plea ; ·** Put an end to my pain, and your cruel difdain, " For 'tis hard to be borne by a lover like me.** Rondel. Reviens, amy ; trop longue ell ta demeure : Elle me fait avoir peine et douleur, Mon efprit te demande à toute heure, Reviens, amy ; trop longue* eft ta demeure. Car il n'eft nul, fors toi, qui me fequeure, Ne fecoura, puifques àfton retour. Reviens, amy ; trop longue eft ta demeure : Elle me fait avoir peine et douleur. Return my friend, ah ! why this long delay ? M y poor forfaken heart is forrow's prey ; M y fervent prayers demand you night and day ; Return my friend, ah! why this long delay? Nought can relieve me while my love's away, And nothing ever will till here you ftay. Return my friend, ah! why this long delay? M y poor forfaken heart is forrow's prey.