At Parting

With tears and kisses let me go.

Love not too deep

To kiss and weep,

That love have many, many;

But one love, oh,

It doth not so!

Pale lips it has and tearless eyes;

Broken, motionless it lies,

A flower amid death's mysteries,

A rose that dies.

With tears and kisses let me go;

Such love have many, many.

That other love my heart would know,

Or know not any.