When the departing sun resigns
The northern shores to clouds and frost
The chill inhabitant repines,
In half a year of darkness lost.

Cleora thus regretted flies,
Fair source of wit, and love, and mirth,
Withdraws the influence of those eyes,
Which gave a thousand pleasures birth.

Not long the happy Russians mourn;
Revolving springs their frosts repay.
O would Cleora thus return,
And bless me with continu'd day.