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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.