Unsated, I a thousand kisses nurse;
Upon the thousandth and one must we part.
O deepest pain, O separation's curse,
'Twas this dark shore from which I rent my heart.
Blue mountains, hillocks, rivers, huts behold!
Horizons stretch in joy, a treasure pure;
For my eyes then a feast remained too sure:
Let darkness clear and distant truth unfold.
At length, as seas our vista ring and close,
Most warm desire retakes my wretched heart;
And, peevish, I anew seek what I lost.
As if the heavens shone, yet at no cost
To me, for missed I would have not one part,
As if all once enjoyed again arose.