Couldst Thou Look As Dear As When First I Sighed For Thee; Couldst Thou Make Me Feel Again Every Wish I Breathed Thee Then, Oh, How Blissful Life Would Be! Hopes That Now Beguiling Leave Me, Joys That Lie In Slumber Cold-- All Would Wake, Couldst Thou But Give Me One Dear Smile Like Those Of Old. No--There'S Nothing Left Us Now, But To Mourn The Past; Vain Was Every Ardent Vow-- Never Yet Did Heaven Allow Love So Warm, So Wild, To Last. Not Even Hope Could Now Deceive Me-- Life Itself Looks Dark And Cold; Oh, Thou Never More Canst Give Me One Dear Smile Like Those Of Old