Already to mine eyelids' shore
The gathering waters swell,
For thinking of the grief in store
When thou wilt say ‘Farewell.’
I dare not let thee leave me, sweet,
Lest it should be for ever;
Tears dew my kisses ere we meet,
Foreboding we must sever:
Since we can neither meet nor part,
Methinks the moral is, sweetheart,
That we must dwell together.