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We met again, and woman's pride Nerved me to what I had to bear; I would not, tho' my heart had broke, Have let thee find thine image there.

I felt thine eyes gazing on mine; I felt my hand within thine hold; I heard my name breathed by thy voice, And I was calm, and I was cold.

And then I heard you had a bride— I know not how, I know not when— For, still my brain swims round to think Of all, all that I suffered then!

I knew the day, the very hour, That you were wed, and heard your vow; I heard the wedding bells—oh, G!    Mine ear rings with them even now!

I may not say that you were false, I never had one vow from thee; But I have often seen thine eye Look as it loved to look on me.

And when you spoke to me, your voice Would always take a softer tone; And surely that last night your cheek Was almost pallid as my own.

But this is worse than vain Farewell! Of Heaven now I only crave For thee all of life's happiness, And for myself an early grave! L. E. L.