1. The gardens I desired have lost their appeal,
Though once my soul yearned for them and their feel.

2. So now I spurn this world and all its gloss,
My end is coming soon, that I can tell.

3. I shut my eyes lest hers upon me dwell,
And hush my voice, her lovely face to bless.

4. Lest my sad moans should that fair cheek distress.