EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE
I HAVE no joy, nor yet despair,
Of what the world may be,
But I have thought, and thought of thee,
And still I think of thee.
But I have loved, and loved thee well,
And still I love thee well;
And oh, my love, my love, my love,
I think it were not well
If I should cease to love thee well,
And cease to think of thee.
Oh, may my love, my love, my love,
Be with thee, and with thee,
And oh, my love, my love, my love,
Be with thee, and with thee.
And oh, my love, my love, my love,
Be with thee, and with thee.
And oh, my love, my love, my love,
Be with thee, and with thee.