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FORSAKEN
(A Modern Woman speaks)
I cannot blame you, though a passing-bell Toll in mine ears, and deaden other sound, And stars seem dimmer as the years roll round; I cannot blame you;—you have chosen well.
I loved you, love you; but I am not weak; You would not know it, looking in mine eyes; My heartache is not proved by tears or sighs, Nor has the colour faded from my cheek.
When first I heard, I did not start, nor cry,— I think I smiled!—we did not stand alone, And though my heart seemed stiffened into stone, No keen-eyed watcher guessed my agony.
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