THEY WEEP WHEN I HAVE NAMED HER.
I
They weep when I have named her! I'm sure she was more dear
To me, than all the world beside, and yet I shed no tear:
I culled the freshest roses, and twined them for her hair,
And then I sought her chamber—but, oh! she is not there!
II
They tell me I have lost her, I smile to see them mourn:
She could not thus desert me, I know she will return.
And I have deck'd her bower, with all my former care,
And now I come to seek her—but oh! she is not there!
III
I saw them kneel in silence beneath a yew tree's gloom,
They pointed to the name I loved upon a marble tomb!
And then I wept—but something forbad me to despair,
I felt that we should meet again—for oh! she is not there!
