than all the pride of may:

the tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,

my griefs it seems to join;

the leafless trees my fancy please,

their fate resembles mine!

thou power supreme, whose mighty scheme

these woes of mine fulfil,

here firm i rest; they must be best,

because they are thy will!

then all i want—o do thou grant

this one request of mine!—

since to enjoy thou dost deny,

assist me to resign.