Poems (Baldwyn)/The Dying Girl to her Lover
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THE DYING GIRL TO HER LOVER.
Oh, will you weep when o'er my grave
The bending willows gentle wave,
And I am low?
Or will you careless pass me by?
Will you not breathe one gentle sigh,
One thought bestow?
The bending willows gentle wave,
And I am low?
Or will you careless pass me by?
Will you not breathe one gentle sigh,
One thought bestow?
If solitude should win your love,
When all is calm below, above;
And ling'ring day
Paints the clear sky with roseate dyes,
The faint air breathes its latest sighs,
If ere you stray,—
When all is calm below, above;
And ling'ring day
Paints the clear sky with roseate dyes,
The faint air breathes its latest sighs,
If ere you stray,—
Will you not seek my silent tomb,
Remember how I lost my bloom
In loving thee?
Yet do not mourn my sad, sad lot;
I only would not be forgot:—
Oh, think of me!
Remember how I lost my bloom
In loving thee?
Yet do not mourn my sad, sad lot;
I only would not be forgot:—
Oh, think of me!
But if the wish I now express
Shall e'en a moment cause distress,
Oh, then forget!
For I will just as sweetly sleep,
Though o'er my grave you do not weep,
Or e'er regret.
Shall e'en a moment cause distress,
Oh, then forget!
For I will just as sweetly sleep,
Though o'er my grave you do not weep,
Or e'er regret.
Ah, soon,—ah, soon it will be o'er,
And I will weep no more, no more,
But calmly rest.
This trembling heart will break at last,
With, sad remembrance of the past,
So long opprest.
And I will weep no more, no more,
But calmly rest.
This trembling heart will break at last,
With, sad remembrance of the past,
So long opprest.
Farewell, farewell! I go, I go;
We will not meet again below,
My only love;
But when thy pilgrimage is past,
Shall we not, dearest, meet at last
In heaven above?
We will not meet again below,
My only love;
But when thy pilgrimage is past,
Shall we not, dearest, meet at last
In heaven above?