Classic Poem

Weep not, my dear, for I shall go
Laden enough with mine own woe;
Add not thy heaviness to mine;
Since fate our pleasures must disjoin,
Why should our sorrows meet? If I
Must go and lose thy company,
I wish not theirs: it shall relieve
My grief, to think thou dost not grieve.
Yet grieve and weep, that I may bear
Every sigh and every tear
Away with me; so shall thy breast
And eyes discharged enjoy their rest:
And it will glad my heart to see
Thou wert thus loth to part with me.