And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?

And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?

And wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not soI
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 tearIt
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 soI
would not give that bosom pain.