There should be not despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
The should be not desrair – though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever?

Riches I hold in light esteem;
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dreem
That vanished with the morn.

And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!'

I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there.

I'll not weep because the summer's glory
Must allways end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story -
It closes with a tomb!

Hope was but a timing friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tent,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

Are was cruel in her fear;
Trought the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!