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390 If in these eyes there lurk a tear,

'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.

II.

But bid the strain be wild and deep,

Nor let thy notes of joy be first:

I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,

Or else this heavy heart will burst;

For it hath been by sorrow nursed,

And ached in sleepless silence long;

And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,

And break at once—or yield to song.

I SAW THEE WEEP.

I.

thee weep—the big bright tear

Came o'er that eye of blue;

And then methought it did appear

A violet dropping dew:

I saw thee smile—the sapphire's blaze

Beside thee ceased to shine;

It could not match the living rays

That filled that glance of thine.