MOCK me no more with Love's beguiling dream, A dream, I find, illusory as sweet: One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem, Is dearer far than passion's bland deceit! I've heard you oft eternal truth declare; Your heart was only mine, I once believed. Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air! And must I say, my hopes were all deceived? Vow, then, no longer that our souls are twined, That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal: Julia! 'tis pity, pity makes you kind; You know I love, and you would seem to feel. But shall I still go revel in those arms On bliss in which affection takes no part? No, no! farewell! you give me but your charms, When I had fondly thought you gave your heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FIRST LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BURIAL-MARCH OF THE DUNDEE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LAST MAN: A RUFFIAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: FAILURE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |