Fare Thee Well, Thou Lovely One! (Sicilian Air.)

Fare thee well, thou lovely one!         Lovely still, but dear no more;     Once his soul of truth is gone,         Love's sweet life is o'er.     Thy words, what e'er their flattering spell,         Could scarce have thus deceived;     But eyes that acted truth so well         Were sure to be believed.     Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!         Lovely still, but dear no more;     Once his soul of truth is gone,         Love's sweet life is o'er.     Yet those eyes look constant still,         True as stars they keep their light;     Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil         Of blushing always bright.     'Tis only on thy changeful heart         The blame of falsehood lies;     Love lives in every other part,         But there, alas! he dies.     Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!         Lovely still, but dear no more;     Once his soul of truth is gone,         Love's sweet life is o'er.