WEEP not, my dear, for I shall go Loaden enough with mine own woe; Add not thy heaviness to mine; Since fate our pleasures must disjoin, Why should our sorrows meet? If I Must go, and lose thy company, I wish not theirs: it shall relieve My grief, to think thou dost not grieve. Yet grieve, and weep, that I may bear Every sigh and every tear Away with me; so shall thy breast And eyes, discharg'd, enjoy their rest; And it will glad my heart to see Thou wert thus loth to part with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX MY NOVEMBER GUEST by ROBERT FROST NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY CHANGED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CENTAURS by JAMES STEPHENS HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CALL by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON |