My pent-up tears oppress my brain

My pent-up tears oppress my brain,

My heart is swol'n with love unsaid;

Ah! let me weep and tell my pain

And on thy shoulder rest my head!

Before I die, before the soul,

Which now is mine, must re-attain

Immunity from my control

And wander, wander round the world again;

Before this teased, o'er-laboured heart

forever leaves its vain employ,

Dead to its deep habitual smart

And dead to hopes of future joy.