And wilt thou weep when I am low?
   Sweet lady! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so——
   I would not give that bosom pain.
 
My heart is sad, my hopes are gone,
   My blood runs coldly through my breast;
And when I perish, thou alone
   Wilt sigh above my place of rest.
 
And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace
   Doth through my cloud of anguish shine:
And for a while my sorrows cease,
   To know thy heart hath felt for mine.
 
Oh lady! blessd be that tear——
   It falls for one who cannot weep;
Such precious drops are doubly dear
   To those whose eyes no tear may steep.
 
Sweet lady! once my heart was warm
   With every feeling soft as thine;
But Beauty’s self hath ceased to charm
   A wretch created to repine.
 
Yet wilt thou weep when I am low?
   Sweet lady! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so——
   I would not give that bosom pain.

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