I trust the frown thy features wear
Ere long into a smile will turn;
I would not that a face so fair
As thine, beloved, should look so stern.
The chain of ice that winter twines,
Holds not for aye the sparkling rill,
It melts away when summer shines,
And leaves the waters sparkling still.
Thus let thy cheek resume the smile
That shed such sunny light before;
And though I left thee for a while,
I'll swear to leave thee, love, no more.
As he who, doomed o'er waves to roam,
Or wander on a foreign strand,
Will sigh whene'er he thinks of home,
And better love his native land;
So I, though lured a time away,
Like bees by varied sweets, to rove,
Return, like bees, by close of day,
And leave them all for thee, my love.
Then let thy cheek resume the smile
That shed such sunny light before,
And though I left thee for a while,
I'll swear to leave thee, love, no more.