Fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er. Thy words, what e'er their flattering spell, Could scarce have thus deceived; But eyes that acted truth so well Were sure to be believed. Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er. Yet those eyes look constant still, True as stars they keep their light; Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil Of blushing always bright. 'Tis only on thy changeful heart The blame of falsehood lies; Love lives in every other part, But there, alas! he dies. Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE WHAT THEY ASK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INSCRIPTIONS: 8 by MARK AKENSIDE MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS BLUEBEARD by RUTH FITCH BARLETT |