SHE would not know me were she now to view me; My heart was gay, when long ago she knew me; My songs were daily tuned to some gay measure, And all my visions were of future pleasure; Oh! tell her not that grief could thus o'erthrow me, But let her pass me by -- she will not know me. In these sad accents she will ne'er discover The cheerful voice of him who was her lover; Nor will these features in their gloom remind her Of the gay smile they wore when she was kinder: Oh! tell her not that grief could thus o'erthrow me, But let her pass me by -- she will not know me. 'T would pain her, did she note my deep dejection, To know that she had crush'd such fond affection: And not for all the world shall my distresses Chase from her heart the joy it still possesses; Oh! tell her not that grief could thus o'erthrow me, But let her pass me by -- she will not know me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE VELLEN THE TREE by WILLIAM BARNES HIS GLORY TELL by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |