And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?

1.     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. 2.     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. 3.     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. 4.     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. 5.     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. 6.     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. [1]