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Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound ?
Yet, 0, yet thyself deceive not:
Love may sink by slow decay ; But hy sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away :
Then hear me, bounteous Heaven,
Still thine own its life retaineth,
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth
Is — that we no more may meet.
TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORSAKE HIM,
A ... so my patent back again is swerving. But those lips that echoed the sounds of mine
And that eye, that beautiful spirit's shrine,
And now on the midnight sky I look,
And my heart grows full of weeping;
Some tale of that loved one keeping.
On the banks of that lonely river:
But the odor and bloom of those bygone years AV EARS EST SUIT,
Shall hang o'er its waters forever.
FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER.
FAREWELL! but whenever you welcome the
hour Say nay ! say nay !
That awakens the night-song of nirth in your
bower, And wilt thou leave me thus,
Then think of the friend who once welcomed it That hath loved thee so long,
too, In wealth and woe among?
And forgot his own griefs, to be happy with you. And is thy heart so strong
His griefs may return not a hope may remain As for to leave ine thus ?
Of the few that have brightened his pathway of Say nay ! Say lay !
But he ne'er can forget the short vision that And wilt thou leave me thus,
threw That liath given thee my heart,
Its enchantment around him while lingering
with you !
And still on that evening when Pleasure fills mp
To the high st top sparkle each heart and each
Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
My soul, happy friends! will be with you that Of him that loveth thee !
night : Alas! thy cruelty !
Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your And wilt thou leave me thus ?
wiles, Say nay ! say nay !
And return to me, beaming all o'er with your
smiles Too blest if it tell me that, mid the gay cheer,
Some kind voice has murmured, “I wish lie WE PARTED IN SILENCE.
were here! We parted in silence, we parted by night, Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, On the banks of that lonely river ;
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot Where the fragrant limes their boughs unite,
destroy ; We met - and we parted forever !
Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, The night-bird sung, and the stars above
And bring back the features which joy used to Told many a touching story, of friends long passed to the kingdom of love, Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ! Where the soul wears its mantle of glory. Like the vase in which roses have once been
distilled We parted in silence, - our cheeks were wet
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you With the tears that were past controlling ;
will, We vowed we would never, no, never forget;
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. And those vows at the time were consoling;
SIR THOMAS WYATT.