Song.

SONG.

YES .... though we've loved so long, so well, Imperious duty bids us part; But though thy breast with anguish swell, A pang more lasting tears my heart.

My grief is dumb, .... loquacious thine, The mournful hoard I sacred keep; Thou seekest crowds, alone I pine; My eyes are dry, but thine can weep.

Then, whatsoe'er thy lips have vowed, A truer sorrow sways my soul; For shallow streams run bright and loud, Deep waters darkly silent roll.