SONG
.
Written
in
the
Year
1733.
By
the
Same
.
I.
THE
heavy
hours
are
almost
past
That
part
my
Love
and
me
;
My
longing
eyes
may
hope
at
last
,
Their
only
wish
to
see
.
II
.
But
how
,
my
Delia
,
will
you
meet
The
man
you've
lost
so
long
?
Will
Love
in
all
your
pulses
beat
,
And
tremble
on
your
tongue
?
III
.
Will
you
in
every
look
declare
Your
heart
is
still
the
same
?
And
heal
each
idly
anxious
care
Our
fears
in
absence
frame
?
IV
.
Thus
,
Delia
,
thus
I
paint
the
scene
,
When
shortly
we
shall
meet
,
And
try
what
yet
remains
between
Of
loit'ring
time
to
cheat
.
V.
But
if
the
dream
that
sooths
my
mind
Shall
false
and
groundless
prove
;
If
I
am
doom'd
at
length
to
find
You
have
forgot
to
love
;
VI
.
All
I
of
Venus
ask
,
is
this
;
No
more
to
let
us
join
;
But
grant
me
here
the
flatt'ring
bliss
,
To
Die
and
Think
you
mine
.