On Monsieur's Departure

Hildur Höglind

Compositor: Hildur Höglind

I grieve and dare not show my discontent
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned
Since from myself another self I turned

My care is like my shadow in the Sun
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done
His too familiar care doth make me rue it
No means I find to rid him from my breast
Till by the end of things it be suppress
No means I find to rid him from my breast
Till by the end of things it be supprest

Some gentler passion slide into my mind
For I am soft and made of melting snow
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind
Let me or float or sink, be high or low
Or let me live with some more sweet content
Or die and so forget what love ere meant
Or let me live with some more sweet content
Or die and so forget what love ere meant