Sing not for others but for me, <br />In ev'ry thought, in ev'ry strain, <br />Though I perchance am far from thee, <br />And we may never meet again: <br />Though I may only weep for thee, <br />Sing not for others but for me. <br /> <br /> <br />In starry night, or soft moon-beam, <br />In mossy bank, or rippling stream, <br />In balmy breeze or fragrant flower, <br />Though dearer hands may deck the bower, <br />In all that's sweet or fair to thee, <br />Sing not for others but for me. <br /> <br /> <br />If e'er thou sing'st thy native lay, <br />As thou wert wont in happier day, <br />That lay which breath'd of love and truth, <br />And all the joys of early youth: <br />Though all those joys are past for thee, <br />Sing not for others, but for me.<br /><br />Lady Caroline Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-not-for-others-but-for-me/
