Eight Favourite Songs/It is Not So
IT IS NOT SO.
It is not so—is not so—
The worid may think me gay,
And on my cheek the ready smile
May ceaseless seem to play;
The ray which tips with gold the stream,
Gilds not the depths below;
All bright alike the eye may deem,
But yet—it is not so.
The worid may think me gay,
And on my cheek the ready smile
May ceaseless seem to play;
The ray which tips with gold the stream,
Gilds not the depths below;
All bright alike the eye may deem,
But yet—it is not so.
Why to the cold and careless throng
My ceaseless grief reveal?
Why speak of what I was, to those
Who do not, cannot feel?
No! joy may light the brow—unknown,
Unseen my tear-drops flow,
'Tis my poor, sorrowing heart alone.
Responds—it is not so.
My ceaseless grief reveal?
Why speak of what I was, to those
Who do not, cannot feel?
No! joy may light the brow—unknown,
Unseen my tear-drops flow,
'Tis my poor, sorrowing heart alone.
Responds—it is not so.