Stanzas

I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me
While thy heart suffers there

I'll not weep, because the summer's glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story—
It closes with a tomb!

And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair

So, if a tear, when thou art dying
Should haply fall from me
It is but that my soul is sighing
To go and rest with thee