Classic Poem

I GRIEVE to see these tears—
Long strangers to thine eye—
These jewels that fond years
For me could never buy.
Weep, weep, and give thy heart relief,
I grieve, but 't is not for thy grief:

Not for these tears—they were
Another's ere they fell—
But those that never stir
The fountain where they dwell.
I'd smile, though thou shouldst weep a sea,
Were but a single tear for me!