Once More, Enchanting Girl, Adieu! I Must Be Gone While Yet I May, Oft Shall I Weep To Think Of You; But Here I Will Not, Cannot Stay. The Sweet Expression Of That Face. For Ever Changing, Yet The Same, Ah No, I Dare Not Turn To Trace. It Melts My Soul, It Fires My Frame! Yet Give Me, Give Me, Ere I Go, One Little Lock Of Those So Blest, That Lend Your Cheek A Warmer Glow, And On Your White Neck Love To Rest. --Say, When To Kindle Soft Delight, That Hand Has Chanc'D With Mine To Meet, How Could Its Thrilling Touch Excite A Sigh So Short, And Yet So Sweet? O Say--But No, It Must Not Be. Adieu! A Long, A Long Adieu! --Yet Still, Methinks, You Frown On Me; Or Never Could I Fly From You.