Poems (Osgood)/"She loves Him yet"

by Frances Sargent Osgood

"SHE LOVES HIM YET!"

a song.

    She loves him yet
I know by the blush that rises
    Beneath the curls
That shadow her soul-lit cheek;
    She loves him yet
Thro' all Love's sweet disguises
    In timid girls,
A blush will be sure to speak.

    But deeper signs
Than the radiant blush of beauty,
    The maiden finds,
Whenever his name is heard;—
    Her young heart thrills,
Forgetting herself her duty—
    Her dark eye fills,
And her pulse with hope is stirr'd.

    She loves him yet
The flower the false one gave her
    When last he came,
Is still with her wild tears wet.
    She'll ne'er forget,
Howe'er his faith may waver,
    Thro' grief and shame,
Believe it—she loves him yet!

    His favorite songs
She will sing—she heeds—no other;
    With all her wrongs
Her life on his love is set.
    Oh doubt no more!
She never can wed another:
    Till life be o'er,
She loves—she will love him yet!