TESTO DEL LIED"I take no pleasure in the sun's bright beams"
I take no pleasure in the sun's bright beams,
Nor in the crystal river's purling streams;
But in a dark and silent shady grove,
I sigh out woes of my neglected love.
Come, cruel fair, and charm me, ere I go
To Death's embraces in the shades below.
For tho' condemn'd and fetter'd here I lie,
'Till I your sentence have, I cannot die.
One look from those dear eyes, and then adieu
To all your cruelties and beauties too.