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HOURS OF IDLENESS.

AND WILT THOU WEEP WHEN I AM LOW?[1]

1.

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.


2.

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.


3.

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.


4.

Oh lady! blessèd be that tear—

It falls for one who cannot weep;
  1. Stanzas.—[MS. L.] To the Same.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 202.]