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Will you come? when I'm departed
 Where all sweetnesses are hid—
When thy voice, my tender-hearted,
 Will not lift up either lid.
   Cry, O lover,
   Love is over!
Cry beneath the cypress green—
"Sweetest eyes, were ever seen."

When the angelus is ringing,
 Near the convent will you walk,
And recall the choral singing
 Which brought angels down our talk?
   Spirit shriven
   I viewed Heaven,
Till you smiled—"Is earth unclean,
Sweetest eyes, were ever seen?"

When beneath the palace-lattice,
 You ride slow as you have done,
And you see a face there—that is
 Not the old familiar one,—
   Will you oftly
   Murmur softly,
"Here, ye watched me morn and e'en,
Sweetest eyes, were ever seen!"

When the palace ladies sitting
 Round your gittern, shall have said,
"Poet, sing those verses written
 For the lady who is dead,"—
   Will you tremble,
   Yet dissemble,—
Or sing hoarse, with tears between,
"Sweetest eyes, were ever seen?"

Sweetest eyes! How sweet in flowings,
 The repeated cadence is!