Classic Poem

Away! these arts no more shall hold me,
Hence with those insidious charms;
Those smiles are vain, then cease to fold me
In the twinings of thy arms.

And once more hop'st thou to detain me
By the blandishments and wiles?
Ah no! Deceit no more shall chain me,
Feigned sighs nor studied smiles.

Believ'st thou I will wear a fetter,
Forged by folly and by pride?
Fair Mischief! learn to know me better,
Be thy spells on others tried.

Yet once again could I believe thee,
Once more would'st thou wrong my love;
And shall my heart again receive thee,
Perfidy once more to prove?

Yet now, when thus compelled to leave thee
Let me from reproach refrain;
Not in our parting would I grieve thee,
Nor inflict a moment's pain.

And if those tears are true, my anguish
Soon shall more than equal thine;
And if those eyes sincerely languish,
Tears unfeigned shall flow from mine.