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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;