When Phyllis Sighs And From Her Eyes The Light Dies Out; My Soul Replies With Misery Of Deep-Drawn Breath, E'En As It Were At War With Death. When Phyllis Smiles, Her Glance Beguiles My Heart Through Love-Lit Woodland Aisles, And Through The Silence High And Clear, A Wooing Warbler'S Song I Hear. But If She Frown, Despair Comes Down, I Put Me On My Sack-Cloth Gown; So Frown Not, Phyllis, Lest I Die, But Look On Me With Smile Or Sigh.