Literary Gazette, 10th April, 1824, Page 236
THE REVERSE.
Farewell, farewell, thou heartless one!
I marvel now how it could be,
That my heart's deepest tenderness
Was vowed so utterly to Thee.
Marvel, ah, no! I must not look
Upon that darkly arching brow,—
I must not meet that liquid eye,
Nor gaze upon that neck of snow.
Or I shall marvel at my hope,
My wish, my will, to break thy chain—
Watch thy surpassing loveliness,
And be thy spell-bound slave again.
I could have pardoned Thee, if love—
Some other love—had thwarted mine;
I know too well his wildest power,
Not to have felt for it, if thine.
But thou art all of vanity,
And I may not forgive—forget
That my heart's deepest pulse has been
Trifled with by a light coquette. L. E. L.
