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Literary Gazette, 27th March, 1824, Pages 203-204
SONG.
False as thou art, yet still farewell!
With every wish that love can frame,
With fond hopes for thy happiness,
With blessings breathed upon thy name.
I loved, I may not say how well,
While that I thought my heart might be
A thing of bliss;—now I can charm
No more, but I can die for thee!
Farewell, farewell! and I will shroud
My wrongs in silence, for thy sake;
Tho' still adored, henceforth my heart's
Sole proof of love shall be —to break.
L. E. L.
