218 TKOUBADOUIIS.
On one sweet thought my soul has dwelt,-
That my unchanging faith was thine ;
Not Seguis for Valensa felt
A love more pure and high than mine:
In all beside thou art above
My highest thoughts—but not in love,—
Cold as thou art, and proud to me,
To others all humility.
Yet must I wonder, gazing there
On that severe and chilling mien :
It is not just, another fair
Should fill the heart where I have been:
Whate'er her worth, remember thou
Love's early days, love's fondest vow ;
Heaven grant no idle word of mine
Have caused this cold neglect of thine!
When I remember all thy worth,
Thy rank, thy honours,—well I see
There cannot be the heart on earth
That would not bend in love to thee :
But thou, whose penetrating eyes
Can quickly pierce through each disguise,
The tenderest, truest, heart wilt see,
And surely then remember me.
On one sweet thought my soul has dwelt,-
That my unchanging faith was thine ;
Not Seguis for Valensa felt
A love more pure and high than mine:
In all beside thou art above
My highest thoughts—but not in love,—
Cold as thou art, and proud to me,
To others all humility.
Yet must I wonder, gazing there
On that severe and chilling mien :
It is not just, another fair
Should fill the heart where I have been:
Whate'er her worth, remember thou
Love's early days, love's fondest vow ;
Heaven grant no idle word of mine
Have caused this cold neglect of thine!
When I remember all thy worth,
Thy rank, thy honours,—well I see
There cannot be the heart on earth
That would not bend in love to thee :
But thou, whose penetrating eyes
Can quickly pierce through each disguise,
The tenderest, truest, heart wilt see,
And surely then remember me.