Classic Poem

The faithless, fair Louisa
Came in with a whisper low;
There sat the wretched Ulrich
In the taper's sunken glow.

She kissed him and she cozened—
She thought to mend his cheer
“My God, how you have altered,
Your laugh no more I hear!”

She kissed him and she cozened,
And at his feet she lay
“My God, how cold your hands are,
The flesh has pined away!”

She kissed him and she cozened;
Again she paused and said…
“My God, as grey as ashes
Is the hair upon your head!”

There sat the woful Ulrich,
His heart was like to break;
He kissed his cruel sweetheart,
But not a word he spake.