"I look in her Face"

I LOOK in her face and say,"Sing as you used to singAbout Love's blossoming";But she hints not Yea or Nay.

"Sing, then, that Love's a pain,If, Dear, you think it so,Whether it be or no;"But dumb her lips remain.

I go to a far-off room,A faint song ghosts my ear;Which song I cannot hear,But it seems to come from a tomb.