I have to say this isn’t my favorite of her poems.
OH, weep not, love! each tear that springs
In those dear eyes of thine,
To me a keener suffering brings,
Than if they flowed from mine.
And do not droop! however drear
The fate awaiting thee;
For my sake combat pain and care,
And cherish life for me!
I do not fear thy love will fail;
Thy faith is true, I know;
But, oh, my love! thy strength is frail
For such a life of woe.
Were’t not for this, I well could trace
(Though banished long from thee,)
Life’s rugged path, and boldly face
The storms that threaten me.
Fear not for me–I’ve steeled my mind
Sorrow and strife to greet;
Joy with my love I leave behind,
Care with my friends I meet.
A mother’s sad reproachful eye,
A father’s scowling brow–
But he may frown and she may sigh:
I will not break my vow!
I love my mother, I revere
My sire, but fear not me–
Believe that Death alone can tear
This faithful heart from thee.
First Publication: Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell London: Aylott and Jones, 8, Paternoster Row, 1846. pp. 59-60.