SWEET lady! look not thus again: Those little pouting smiles recall A maid remember'd now with pain, Who was my love, my life, my all! Oh! while this heart delirious took Sweet poison from her thrilling eye, Thus would she pout, and lisp, and look, And I would hear, and gaze, and sigh! Yes, I did love her -- madly love -- She was the sweetest, best deceiver! And oft she swore she'd never rove! And I was destined to believe her! Then, lady, do not wear the smile Of her whose smile could thus betray. Alas! I think the lovely wile Again might steal my heart away. And when the spell that stole my mind On lips so pure as thine I see, I fear the heart which she resign'd Will err again, and fly to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIFE [AND DEATH] by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |