Literary Gazette, 26th March, 1825, Page 203
ORIGINAL POETRY.
LOVE'S REPROACHES.
I deeply feel what Love
In its holiness should be,
And once there was a time
When such was my love for thee.
But that time is past and gone,
Past like a summer shower;
It was too violent
Not to exhaust its power.
Oh! the bosom will rebel
Against a tyrant's sway,
Tho’ its best blood must be shed,
E're he be driven away.
And thus it was with me;
I may not say how well
I trusted and I loved,—
That your own heart may tell.
If deep fidelity,
That never knew a stain;
If humbleness, like that
Of the slave beneath the chain;
If homage, like that paid
To the monarch on his throne;
If these may not, what may
Show how much I was thine own.
