The Dirge Of Amoret.
18th Century Anne Hunter EnglishTHE DIRGE OF AMORET.
WHY glide the hours so swift away, When love and fortune shine? Years seem'd but as a passing day, When Amoret was mine. Was mine! sad sounds, ye ring my knell, And bid to joy a long farewell!
Her voice could sooth the soul of care, And lull despair to rest; Why was she form'd divinely fair? And why was I so bless'd? So bless'd no more; I hear the knell, Which bids the world a long farewell.