While thus around joy hovers to delight thee,
Art thou not glad in moments but so brief;
When love and hope smile upon and invite thee,
Angel of love,
Why fall those tears of grief?
Speak not of joy, for I know not the feeling,
Deep in my heart I hide my silent tears.
Heaven only knows how my smile is concealing comfortless grief,
And many bitter tears, and many bitter tears.
O, fatal love, O fatal love, O sweet affection,
Deep in my bosom, deep in my bosom shun detection.
Burn and perish in thy bloom,
As burns the lamp within a tomb.
Burn and perish in thy bloom, thy bloom,
As burns the lamp in the tomb.
Donizetti, Gaetano, "While Thus Around Joy Hovers" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 35.
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