JOYS that pass away like this, Alas! are purchased dear, If every beam of bliss Is follow'd by a tear. Fare thee well, oh, fare thee well! Soon, too soon, thou hast broke the spell. Oh! I ne'er can love again The girl, whose faithless art, Could break so dear a chain, And with it break my heart. Once, when truth was in those eyes, How beautiful they shone, But, now that lustre flies, For truth, alas! is gone. Fare thee well, oh, fare thee well! How I've loved my hate shall tell. Oh! how lorn, how lost would prove Thy wretched victim's fate, If, when deceived in love, He could not fly to hate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS AN EPITAPH, ON A FOOLISH BOASTER by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD |