15.07.2007, 14:16
Farewell To Love
Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth:
More fondly ne’er did mother eye her child
That I your form. Yours were my hopes of youth,
And as you shaped my thoughts, I sighed or smiled.
While most were wooing wealth, or gayly swerving
To pleasure’s secret haunts, and some apart
Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving,
To you I gave my whole, weak, wishing heart.
And when I met the maid that realized
Your fair creations, and had won her kindness,
Say but for her if aught in earth I prized!
Your dream alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness.
O grief! – but farewell, Love! I will go play me
With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me.
Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth:
More fondly ne’er did mother eye her child
That I your form. Yours were my hopes of youth,
And as you shaped my thoughts, I sighed or smiled.
While most were wooing wealth, or gayly swerving
To pleasure’s secret haunts, and some apart
Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving,
To you I gave my whole, weak, wishing heart.
And when I met the maid that realized
Your fair creations, and had won her kindness,
Say but for her if aught in earth I prized!
Your dream alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness.
O grief! – but farewell, Love! I will go play me
With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me.