Poems (Lewis)/Crazy Jane
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CRAZY JANE.
Stay, fair Maid!—On every featureWhy are marks of dread imprest?Can a wretched helpless creatureRaise such terrors in your breast?Do my frantic looks alarm you?Trust me, Sweet, your fears are vain:Not for kingdoms would I harm you;Shun not then poor Crazy Jane!
Dost thou weep to see my anguish?Mark me, and escape my woe!When Men flatter, sigh, and languish,Think them false;—I found them so!For I loved.......Oh! so sincerelyNone will ever love again!Yet the Man I prized most dearly,Broke the heart of Crazy Jane.
Gladly that young heart received him,Which has never loved but one!He seemed true, and I believed him;He was false, and I undone.Since that hour, has reason neverHeld her empire in my brain:Henry fled with him for everFled the wits of Crazy Jane!
Now forlorn, and broken-hearted,Still with frenzied thoughts beset,Near that spot where last we parted,Near that spot where first we met,Thus I chaunt my love-lorn ditty,While I sadly pace the plain;And each passer-by in pitySighs—"God help thee, Crazy Jane!"—