Smile once more, and call me fair.
Darling, as my last love-token,
Take this little lock of hair.
Feeling these, thy last caresses,
Tears must dim my failing sight.
Kiss once more my wandering tresses,
Then a long, a last good-night!
Shades of death are round me closing;
Tears and shadows hide thy face;
Still I fear not, thus reposing,