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
.