And wilt thou weep when I am low? <br />Sweet lady! speak those words again: <br />Yet if they grieve thee, say not so-- <br />I would not give that bosom pain. <br /> <br />My heart is sad, my hopes are gone, <br />My blood runs coldly through my breast; <br />And when I perish, thou alone <br />Wilt sigh above my place of rest. <br /> <br />And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace <br />Doth through my cloud of anguish shine: <br />And for a while my sorrows cease, <br />To know thy heart hath felt for mine. <br /> <br />Oh lady! blessd be that tear-- <br />It falls for one who cannot weep; <br />Such precious drops are doubly dear <br />To those whose eyes no tear may steep. <br /> <br />Sweet lady! once my heart was warm <br />With every feeling soft as thine; <br />But Beauty's self hath ceased to charm <br />A wretch created to repine. <br /> <br />Yet wilt thou weep when I am low? <br />Sweet lady! speak those words again: <br />Yet if they grieve thee, say not so-- <br />I would not give that bosom pain.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-wilt-thou-weep-when-i-am-low-2/
