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...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |