And wilt thou weep when I am low? br Sweet lady! speak those words again: br Yet if they grieve thee, say not so-- br I would not give that bosom pain. br br My heart is sad, my hopes are gone, br My blood runs coldly through my breast; br And when I perish, thou alone br Wilt sigh above my place of rest. br br And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace br Doth through my cloud of anguish shine: br And for a while my sorrows cease, br To know thy heart hath felt for mine. br br Oh lady! blessd be that tear-- br It falls for one who cannot weep; br Such precious drops are doubly dear br To those whose eyes no tear may steep. br br Sweet lady! once my heart was warm br With every feeling soft as thine; br But Beauty's self hath ceased to charm br A wretch created to repine. br br Yet wilt thou weep when I am low? br Sweet lady! speak those words again: br Yet if they grieve thee, say not so-- br I would not give that bosom pain.