Ah, Look Upon These Eyes

Ah, look upon these eyes,
once full of gladness;
and now but founts of sadness.

By day and night from grief
I vainly seek relief.

Ah, look into this heart,
once so contented;
and now tormented.

Then read the sorrow there,
'tis more than I can hear.

Ah, cruel cruel love
thus to forsake me; then welcome death and take me.

In my unhappy state
I ask no other fate.

Miranda Sex Garden