When lovers parted

Feel broken-hearted,

And, all hopes thwarted,

Expect to die;

A few years older,

Ah! how much colder

They might behold her

For whom they sigh!

When linked together,

In every weather,[il]

They pluck Love's feather

From out his wing—

He'll stay for ever,[im]

But sadly shiver

Without his plumage, when past the Spring.[in]