IS there a bitter pang for love removed, Oh God! The dead love doth not cost more tears Than the alive, the loving, the beloved -- Not yet not yet beyond all hopes and fears! Would I were laid Under the shade Of the calm grave, and the long grass of years, -- That love might die with sorrow: -- I am sorrow; And she, that loves me tenderest, doth press Most poison from my cruel lips, and borrow Only new anguish from the old caress; Oh, this world's grief, Hath no relief, In being wrung from a great happiness. Would I had never filled thine eyes with love, For love is only tears: would I had never Breathed such a curse-like blessing as we prove; Now, if "Farewell" @3could@1 bless thee, I would sever! Would I were laid Under the shade, Of the cold tomb, and the long grass for ever! |