AND WILT THOU WEEP WHEN I AM LOW ?
By
Lord Byron
August 12, 1808 ( First published 1809 )
And wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady ! speak those words again;
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so ---
I would not give that bosom pain.
My heart is sad, my hopes are gone,
My blood runs coldly through my breast;
And when I perish, thou alone
Wilt sigh above my place of rest.
And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace
Doth through my cloud of anguish shine:
And for a while my sorrows cease,
To know thy heart hath felt for mine.
O lady ! blessèd be that tear ---
It falls for one who cannot weep;
Such precious drops are double dear
To those whose eyes no tear may steep.
Sweet lady ! once my heart was warm
With every feeling soft as thine;
But Beauty's self hath ceased to charm
A wretch created to repine.
Yet wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady ! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so ---
I would not give that bosom pain.
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