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 glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest
story--
It closes with a tomb!
And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit
languish
Through 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.
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