Literary Gazette, 10th May 1823, Page 299-300
Oh not that look to me, my love,
Oh not that look to me;
Cold looks I may from others bear,
But never one from thee!
I cannot bear that alter'd brow,
That wandering smile of thine,
To see it fix on others' eyes,
On any but on mine.
I meet thee in the glittering crowd—
We meet as strangers do;
The pang that rives my inmost soul
Is all unmarked by you.
Last night we met as now we meet,
A gorgeous throng were nigh,—
I heard you scoff at constant love,
Then sternly pass me by.
It is enough!—I do resign
My claim on love and thee;
I will forsake the hope that long
Has fed on memory.
Then look not so, I will forget
What once those fond eyes said;
The dead will soon forget—and I
Shall soon be with the dead!
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