Classic Poem

Go! go, thou art false!—thy tears thy smiles
Thy sainted look, thy solemn vow
Thy thrilling tones, thy lovely wiles,
All all thy charms are worthless now!

'Twas not because thy lips were sweet
As violets bathed in heavenly dew,
I loved their melting kiss to meet
No! 'twas because I thought them true.

Nor did I prize the trembling light
That in thy glances warmly shone,
O no! when I believed them bright
I thought they burned for me alone.

When thy heart changed it broke the best
The dearest, purest, strongest, spell,
'Tis easy now to burst the rest
How easy—thou thyself canst tell!