And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?
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 aloneWilt sigh above my place of rest.
And yet, methinks, a gleam of peaceDoth through my cloud of anguish shine:And for a while my sorrows cease,To know thy heart hath felt for mine.
Oh lady! blessèd be that tear--It falls for one who cannot weep;Such precious drops are doubly dearTo those whose eyes no tear may steep.
Sweet lady! once my heart was warmWith every feeling soft as thine;But Beauty's self hath ceased to charmA 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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