原版英文故事与诗歌：On Chloris being ill
Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul’s delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.
Can I cease to care?
Can I cease to languish,
While my darling fair
Is on the couch of anguish?
Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul’s delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.
Ev’ry hope is fled,
Ev’ry fear is terror,
Slumber ev’n I dread,
Ev’ry dream is horror.
Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul’s delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.
Hear me, Powers Divine!
Oh, in pity, hear me!
Take aught else of mine,
But my Chloris spare me!
Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul’s delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.
