If I Had Thought Thou Couldst Have Died. 
By Wolfe, Charles. 


If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be;
It never through my mind had past
The time would e'er be over
When I on thee should look my last,
And thou shouldst smile no more.

And still upon that face I look
And think 'twill smile again,
And still the thought I will not brook
That I must look in vain;
But, when I speak, thou dost not say
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;
And now I feel, as well I may,
Sweet Mary! thou art dead.

If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art,
All cold and all serene,
I still might press thy silent heart
And where thy smiles have been.
While e'en thy chill bleak corpse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own;
But there I lay thee in thy grave, - 
And I am now alone.

I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me;
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
In thinking too of thee;
Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore.