THOU GOEST…
Thou goest and through years of suff’ring
For thee will long my dreary eyes,
Of all thy being’s charms enamour’d,
For thy sweet smile my spirit sighs.
My love’s not mild like tales of fairies,
My love so painful tears my breast,
And O thy soul is but a demon
In beauteous form of marble dressed!
Thy face has all the charms of pallor,
And moist and sparkling is thine eye,
With coaxing looks thou art so thrilling,
So full of wiles, so roguish, sly.
And when thou touchest me I quiver,
And when I hear thy steps I start,
Thy trembling lashes’ charm for ever
Enthralls my life, my throbbing heart.
Thou goest and I shall no longer
With deep regret for past days mourn,
No more a victim, will no longer
My heart with ruthless pain be torn.
And in my ear thy burning whisper
My ravished mind no longer woos,
Thy hand no longer smooths my forehead,
To make me all my wits to lose.
