Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken, Nor canst thou veil the sad truth o'er; Thy heart is changed, thy yow is broken, Thou lovest no more - thou lovest no more. Tho' kindly still those eyes behold me, The smile is gone, which once they wore; Tho' fondly still those arms enfold me, 'Tis not the same thou lovest no more. Too long my dream of bliss believing, I've thought thee all thou wert before; But now alas! there ' s no deceiving, 'Tis all too plain , thou lovest no more. - - Oh, thou as soon the dead couldst waken, As lost affection's life restore, Give peace to her that is forsaken, Or bring back him who loves no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PHYLLIDA AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON THE SHADOW ON THE STONE by THOMAS HARDY SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |