The Silken Tassel/I Weep, O Love!

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I Weep, O Love!
I weep, O Love! Love sings in joy;
  Yet I do weep: O pardon me!
Would I be like a baby's toy,
A lifeless thing to pet and coy,
  Nor feel, nor hear, nor see!

I weep, O Love! my world art thou;
  Yet I do weep: O pardon me!
I feel my heart a desert now;
But when it holds thy image, how
  Can my heart lonely be?

I weep, O Love! I find no glitter
  In this bright Sun: O pardon me!
I cannot hear the birds that twitter;
Nay, why this life of mine is bitter
  If sweet love smile in glee?

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I weep, O Love! I cannot keep
  This flood that foams: O pardon me!
My love has had its roots as deep
And sweet as life; how can I weep
  O Love! though I love thee?

I weep, O Love! Ah, wilt thou hear,
  Love loves not Death, but pardon me!
I wish’d that now sweet Death were near!—
But how to me can Death be dear
  When near and dear thou be?

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