1.
Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
The measur'd time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.
2.
To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie,
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?
3.
We part - but, by these precious drops
That fill thy lovely eyes,
No other light shall guide my steps
Till thy bright beams arise!
4.
She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day;
And shall a glimmering planet fix
My worship to its ray?

Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
The measured time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.

To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hasten,
Deprived of you, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?

We part - but, by these precious drops
That fill your lovely eyes,
No other light shall guide my steps
Till your bright beams arise!

She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blessed my glorious day;
And shall a glimmering planet fix
My worship to its ray?