Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Song 3

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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III.

I send back thy letters:
    Ah! would I could send
The memory that fetters,
    The dreams that must end.

I send back thy tresses,
    Thy long raven hair;
Could I send thy caresses,
    They too should be there.

But keep thou each token
    I lavished on thee;
Ring and chain are unbroken,
    Thou false one to me!

That my rival,—how bitter
    That word to my heart!
May read in their glitter
    How faithless thou art.

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