SWEET lady! look not thus again: Those little pouting smiles recall A maid remember'd now with pain, Who was my love, my life, my all! Oh! while this heart delirious took Sweet poison from her thrilling eye, Thus would she pout, and lisp, and look, And I would hear, and gaze, and sigh! Yes, I did love her -- madly love -- She was the sweetest, best deceiver! And oft she swore she'd never rove! And I was destined to believe her! Then, lady, do not wear the smile Of her whose smile could thus betray. Alas! I think the lovely wile Again might steal my heart away. And when the spell that stole my mind On lips so pure as thine I see, I fear the heart which she resign'd Will err again, and fly to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) A RONDEAU OF REGRETS by HENRI BAUDE TO A REDBREAST, THAT FLEW INTO A HOUSE ... by ELIZABETH BENTLEY |