Classic Poem

Yes, we were happy once, and care
My jocund heart could ne'er surprise?
My treasures were, her golden hair,
Her ruby lips, her brilliant eyes.
My treasures were — alas! depart
Ye visions of what used to be!
Cursed be the heart — the cruel heart —
That stole my Mary's love from me.

Dark are my joyless days — and thou —
Dost thou too dream, and dreaming weep?
Or, careless of thy broken vow,
Unholy revels dost thou keep?
No, Mary, no, — we loved too well,
Such deep oblivion cannot be;
Cursed be the lips, where guile could dwell,
To lure thy love away from me!

It cannot be! — ah! haply, while
With wild reproach I greet thy name,
Thy ruby lip hath ceased to smile —
Thy happy head is bowed with shame!
Haply, with haggard want opprest,
Thou weepest where no eye may see;
Cursed be the spoiler's cruel breast —
But, oh! my Mary! — heaven shield thee!