HOLD me upon thy faithful heart, Keep back my flitting breath; 'Tis early, early to depart, Sweet friend! -- yet this is Death! Look on me still: -- let that kind eye Be the last light I see! Oh! sad it is in spring to die, But yet I die for thee! For thee, my own! -- @3thy@1 stately head Was never thus to bow; -- Give tears when with me Love hath fled, True Love -- thou know'st it now! Oh! the free streams looked bright, where'er We in our gladness roved; And the blue skies were very fair -- Dear friend! because we loved. Farewell! -- I bless thee! -- live thou on, When this young heart is low! Surely my blood thy life hath won -- Clasp me once more -- I go! |