Stanzas
I’ll not weep that thou art going to leave me,There’s nothing lovely here;And doubly will the dark world grieve me,While thy heart suffers there.
I’ll not weep, because the summer’s gloryMust always end in gloom;And, follow out the happiest story—It closes with a tomb!
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.
So, if a tear, when thou art dying,Should haply fall from me,It is but that my soul is sighing,To go and rest with thee.