Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine
Sweep me away, into the vale of thine!
Where sorrow's strong and so is joy
Melancholy - still my desire, O let my heart by thee inspire
O fill the air with thy sweet scent,
Let thy light, thy star crescent
Wherever she dwells I will bid a farewell sigh
For she dwells with beauty - beauty that must die
And deep inside me I will wait for her return
To her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame I'll yearn
O lust and rueful thought be mine,
My soul enhanced, desires
Melancholy
My heart is thine