Weep Not Too Much

Weep not too much, my darling;     Sigh not too oft for me;     Say not the face of Nature     Has lost its charm for thee.     I have enough of anguish     In my own breast alone;     Thou canst not ease the burden, Love,     By adding still thine own.     I know the faith and fervour     Of that true heart of thine;     But I would have it hopeful     As thou wouldst render mine.     At night, when I lie waking,     More soothing it will be     To say 'She slumbers calmly now,'     Than say 'She weeps for me.'     When through the prison grating     The holy moonbeams shine,     And I am wildly longing     To see the orb divine     Not crossed, deformed, and sullied     By those relentless bars     That will not show the crescent moon,     And scarce the twinkling stars,     It is my only comfort     To think, that unto thee     The sight is not forbidden     The face of heaven is free.     If I could think Zerona     Is gazing upward now     Is gazing with a tearless eye     A calm unruffled brow;     That moon upon her spirit     Sheds sweet, celestial balm,     The thought, like Angel's whisper,     My misery would calm.     And when, at early morning,     A faint flush comes to me,     Reflected from those glowing skies     I almost weep to see;     Or when I catch the murmur     Of gently swaying trees,     Or hear the louder swelling     Of the soul-inspiring breeze,     And pant to feel its freshness     Upon my burning brow,     Or sigh to see the twinkling leaf,     And watch the waving bough;     If, from these fruitless yearnings     Thou wouldst deliver me,     Say that the charms of Nature     Are lovely still to thee;     While I am thus repining,     O! let me but believe,     'These pleasures are not lost to her,'     And I will cease to grieve.     O, scorn not Nature's bounties!     My soul partakes with thee.     Drink bliss from all her fountains,     Drink for thyself and me!     Say not, 'My soul is buried     In dungeon gloom with thine;'     But say, 'His heart is here with me;     His spirit drinks with mine.'