FOR lack of gold she's left me, O, And of all that's dear bereft me, O; She me forsook for Athole's duke, And to endless woe she has left me, O. A star and garter have more art Than youth, a true and faithful heart; For empty titles we must part, And for glittering show she's left me, O. No cruel fair shall ever move My injured heart again to love; Through distant climates I must rove, Since Jeanie she has left me, O. Ye powers above, I to your care Give up my faithless, lovely fair; Your choicest blessings be her share, Though she's for ever left me, O! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING GYPSY MAN by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THIS I REMEMBER by ELISABETH CHANNING ALLEN ECHO by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS ON THE DEATH OF JAZZ by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS CHARLES LAMB by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY |