Stay, O sweet, and do not rise 
the light that shines comes from thin eyes;
the day breaks not, it is my heart
because that you and I must part.
stay, or else my joys will die
and perish in their infancy.
 

To meet, know, to love-- and then
to par, Is the sad tale of many a heart.
 

I will not let thee go.
I hold thee by too many band:
Thou say est. farewell, and lo!
I have thee by the hands,
And I will not let thee go.
 

As fond kiss, and then we server
Are farewell, an then forever.....
fare-thee-well, thou first and fairest!
fare-the-well, thou best and dearest!
thin be ilk joy and treasure
peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure!
 

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, 

watching everything living around me.
As I grow older, I feel everything departing,

 and I love every thing with more passion.
 

All the things of my life I loved and 

kept on loving through parting,
and not through meeting, through pulling away,
and not through coming together, 

not unto life but unto death.
 

I know well there is no comfort for this pain of parting:
the wound always remains, but one learns to bear the pain,
and learns to thank God for what he gave,
for the beautiful memories of the past, 

and the yet more beautiful hope for the future