O SMILE NOT UPON ME.
I
Oh smile not upon me, a frown were less cold
Than a smile so unlike those you gave me of old;
Thy love was my treasure, I mourn its decay—
Sighing!—Sighing!—day after day.
II
You speak to me kindly, and strive to conceal
By the warmth of your words, all the languor you feel;
But I see that in thought you are roving away—
Sighing!—Sighing!—day after day.
III
Go smile upon others and leave me to die,
I shall rest in the tomb where my forefathers lie;
Where once I was happy, 'tis torture to stray—
Sighing!—Sighing!—day after day.
IV
I sit by the river and watch the cascade,
Ah!—once there was mirth in the murmur it made;
But sorrowful now seems the dash of its spray—
Sighing!—Sighing!—day after day.
