WELL! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest -- and 't will impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass -- Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake. I kiss'd it, -- and repress'd my sighs Its father in its face to see; But then it had its mother's eyes, And they were all to love and me. Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart in all -- save hope -- the same. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crime -- We met, -- and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there: One only feeling couldst thou trace, The sullen calmness of despair. Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh, where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart be still, or break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON THE NEW EZEKIEL by EMMA LAZARUS THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THERE IS NO DEATH by JOHN LUCKEY MCCREERY THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI |