POEMS.
79
Still my heart remains the same;
Still it doats on youth and beauty:
Still [what-e'er their owner's name]
'Tis to them I pay my duty:
And where-e'er their charms I see,
Still their charms have charms for Me.
Still it doats on youth and beauty:
Still [what-e'er their owner's name]
'Tis to them I pay my duty:
And where-e'er their charms I see,
Still their charms have charms for Me.
Chide no more then; for I vow,
If my heart adores a new love,
'Tis because She gives me now
Joys like those, I shared with you, Love.
Loving Her, I still love you:
Hark! She calls me!—Love, Adieu!
If my heart adores a new love,
'Tis because She gives me now
Joys like those, I shared with you, Love.
Loving Her, I still love you:
Hark! She calls me!—Love, Adieu!
