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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK MOUNTAIN LAUREL by ALFRED NOYES THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN NIGHT AFTER NIGHT by GERTRUDE BLOEDE SYMBOL OF OUR COUNTRY by MAUD MCKINSEY BUTLER ON THE LAKE OF WINDEMERE by ELIZABETH COBBOLD |