SHE would not know me were she now to view me; My heart was gay, when long ago she knew me; My songs were daily tuned to some gay measure, And all my visions were of future pleasure; Oh! tell her not that grief could thus o'erthrow me, But let her pass me by -- she will not know me. In these sad accents she will ne'er discover The cheerful voice of him who was her lover; Nor will these features in their gloom remind her Of the gay smile they wore when she was kinder: Oh! tell her not that grief could thus o'erthrow me, But let her pass me by -- she will not know me. 'T would pain her, did she note my deep dejection, To know that she had crush'd such fond affection: And not for all the world shall my distresses Chase from her heart the joy it still possesses; Oh! tell her not that grief could thus o'erthrow me, But let her pass me by -- she will not know me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING' by SARA TEASDALE HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON VARIATIONS FOR A SUMMER EVENING by MICHAEL ANANIA LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS |