I NEVER dreamed that lips so sweet, That eyes of such a heavenly hue, Were framed for falsehood and deceit, Would prove, as they have proved -- untrue. Methought if love on earth e'er shone, 'Twas in the temple of thine eyes, And if truth's accents e'er were known, 'Twas in the music of thy sighs. Has then thy love been all a show, Thy plighted troth an acted part -- Did no affection ever glow In the chill region of that heart? And could'st thou seem to me to cling Like tendril of the clasping vine, Yet all prove vain imagining, Thy soul yield no response to mine? It has been so -- so let it be -- Rejoice, thou false one, in thy guile, Others, perhaps, may censure thee, I would not dim thy fickle smile. Farewell! -- In kindness I would part, As once I deemed in love we met -- Farewell! -- This wrong'd and bleeding heart Can thee Forgive, but not Forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON |