I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh; <br />The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye; <br />I do not blush to own the tear,--let, let it touch my cheek, <br />And what my lip has failed to tell, that drop perchance may speak. <br />Mavourneen! when again I seek my green isle in the West, <br />Oh, promise thou wilt share my lot, and set this heart at rest. <br /> <br />I leave thee for awhile, my love; but every hour will be <br />Uncheered and lonely till the one that brings me back to thee. <br />I go to make my riches more; but where is man to find <br />A vein of gold so rich and pure as that I leave behind? <br />Mavourneen! though my home might be the fairest earth possessed, <br />Till thou wouldst share and make it warm, this heart would know no rest. <br /> <br />I leave thee for awhile, my love; my cheek is cold and white, <br />But ah, I see a promise stand within thy glance of light; <br />When next I seek old, Erin's shore, thy step will bless it too, <br />And then the grass will seem more green, the sky will have more blue. <br />Mavourneen! first and dearest loved, there's sunshine in my breast, <br />For thou wilt share my future lot, and set this heart at rest.<br /><br />Eliza Cook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-leave-thee-for-awhile/
