A mournful one am I lyrics

A mournful one am I, above whose head

A day of perfect bliss hath never past;

Whatever joys my soul have ravished,

Soon was the radiance of those joys o'ercast.

And none can show me that substantial pleasure

Which will not pass away like bloom from flowers;

Therefore, no more my heart such joys shall treasure,

Nor pine for fading sweets and fleeting hours.