Classic Poem

Wert thou sad, I would beguile
Thy sadness, by my tender lay:
Wert thou in a mood to smile,
With thee, laugh the hours away.

Didst thou feel inclined to sleep,
I would watch, and hover near;
Did misfortune bid thee weep,
I would give thee tear for tear.

Not a sigh, that heaved thy breast,
But I'd echo from my own; —
Did one care disturb thy rest,
Mine alas! were also flown.

When the hour of death should come,
I'd receive thy latest sigh;
Only ask to share thy tomb,
Then, contented, with thee die.