Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed, O God! The Dead Love Doth Not Cost More Tears Than The Alive, The Loving, The Beloved - Not Yet, Not Yet Beyond All Hopes And Fears! Would I Were Laid Under The Shade Of The Calm Grave, And The Long Grass Of Years, - That Love Might Die With Sorrow: - I Am Sorrow; And She, That Loves Me Tenderest, Doth Press Most Poison From My Cruel Lips, And Borrow Only New Anguish From The Old Caress; Oh, This World'S Grief Hath No Relief In Being Wrung From A Great Happiness. Would I Had Never Filled Thine Eyes With Love, For Love Is Only Tears: Would I Had Never Breathed Such A Curse-Like Blessing As We Prove; Now, If "Farewell" Could Bless Thee, I Would Sever! Would I Were Laid Under The Shade Of The Cold Tomb, And The Long Grass Forever!