1. And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? Sweet Lady! Speak Those Words Again: Yet If They Grieve Thee, Say Not So - I Would Not Give That Bosom Pain. 2. My Heart Is Sad, My Hopes Are Gone, My Blood Runs Coldly Through My Breast; And When I Perish, Thou Alone Wilt Sigh Above My Place Of Rest. 3. And Yet, Methinks, A Gleam Of Peace Doth Through My Cloud Of Anguish Shine: And For A While My Sorrows Cease, To Know Thy Heart Hath Felt For Mine. 4. Oh Lady! Bless'D Be That Tear - It Falls For One Who Cannot Weep; Such Precious Drops Are Doubly Dear To Those Whose Eyes No Tear May Steep. 5. Sweet Lady! Once My Heart Was Warm With Every Feeling Soft As Thine; But Beauty'S Self Hath Ceased To Charm A Wretch Created To Repine. 6. Yet Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? Sweet Lady! Speak Those Words Again: Yet If They Grieve Thee, Say Not So - I Would Not Give That Bosom Pain. [1]