The Convert
As at sunset I was straying
Silently the wood along,
Damon on his flute was playing,
And the rocks gave back the song,
So la, Ia!
Softly tow’rds him then he drew me;
Sweet each kiss he gave me then!
And I said, “Play once more to me!”
And he kindly play’d again,
So la, la!
All my peace for aye has fleeted,
All my happiness has flown;
Yet my ears are ever greeted
With that olden, blissful tone,
So la, la!
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