Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume I/A First Disappointment

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

CHAPTER XXX.

A FIRST DISAPPOINTMENT.

The deep, the long, the dreaming hours,
    That I have past with thee,
When thou hadst not a single thought
    Of how thou wert with me.

I heard thy voice, I spoke again,
    I gazed upon thy face;
And never scene of actual life
    Could bear a deeper trace

Than all that fancy conjured up,
    And made thee look and say;
Till I have loathed reality,
    That chased such dream away.

Alas! this is vain, fond, and false;
    Thy heart is not for me;
And, knowing this, how can I waste
    My very soul on thee?

Not in Blanchard

Altered from The Visionary in Fisher’s Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834

In the Bouquet (1846), under (Narcissus-False) Narcissus pseudo-narcissus as Delusive Hope