Stanzas
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Title
Stanzas
Description
He told me I was fair as morn,
Mine eyes were bright as stars of even;
In fine, that I was seraph born,
Could make his lot an earthly heaven.
I lov'd him well albeit I might,
Have deem'd his praise as vainly offer'd;
I thought him true with fond delight,
And took the troth he warmly proffer'd.
Pure happiness was mine awhile,
But ah! he chang'd and vilely left me,
And now what can my woe beguile,
Since my young heart is wanton reft me.
I've this, and only this - to weep,
And know that man is e'er deceiving;
That when he smiles your breast he'd steep,
In deepest ills beyond retrieving.
Mine eyes were bright as stars of even;
In fine, that I was seraph born,
Could make his lot an earthly heaven.
I lov'd him well albeit I might,
Have deem'd his praise as vainly offer'd;
I thought him true with fond delight,
And took the troth he warmly proffer'd.
Pure happiness was mine awhile,
But ah! he chang'd and vilely left me,
And now what can my woe beguile,
Since my young heart is wanton reft me.
I've this, and only this - to weep,
And know that man is e'er deceiving;
That when he smiles your breast he'd steep,
In deepest ills beyond retrieving.
Creator
Caroline
Source
2:9, p. 70
Date
1828.05.23
Collection
Citation
Caroline, “Stanzas,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/139.
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