Classic Poem

And must we, must we, part?
Say nay,—say nay! 'tis o'er;
And wilt thou break my heart?
And all its hoarded store
Of precious hopes and joys
Matter like worthless toys,
Which the least touch destroys?
Say nay—say nay!

Wilt thou smile o'er my grave?
Say nay,—say nay! and while
Thou seest the rank grass wave
Above my head, still smile?
And hear the night-wind moan
Over my funeral stone,
And smile, and still smile on?
Say nay,—say nay!

Must my days pass unblest?
Say nay,—say nay! Wilt thou
Upon another's breast
Pillow that gentle brow?
And just as Hope's buds shoot,
Tear all up by the root?
Oh! do not, do not, do 't!
Say nay,—say nay!