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, whate'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 stili, True as stars they keep their light; Still those cheeks their pledge fulfill Of blushing always bright. 'T is only on thy changeful heart The blame of falsehood lies; Love lives 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. |