The poem
Chorus—Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul’s delight Is on her bed of sorrow.
CAN I cease to care? Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish? Long, long, &c.
Ev’ry hope is fled, Ev’ry fear is terror, Slumber ev’n I dread, Ev’ry dream is horror. Long, long, &c.
Hear me, Powers Divine! Oh, in pity, hear me! Take aught else of mine, But my Chloris spare me! Long, long, &c.