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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.