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Farewell.
Yes, our last farewell is breathed,
And we part, for ever part;
Every tie is now unwreathed
Which had bound us heart to heart;
And we part, for ever part;
Every tie is now unwreathed
Which had bound us heart to heart;
For too plainly I discover
All is perfidy in thee;
Every dream of joy is over—
But my heart, my heart is free.
All is perfidy in thee;
Every dream of joy is over—
But my heart, my heart is free.
Proudly is love's cincture broken,
Which had circled it too long;
Not for slightful language spoken,
But the deep, deep sense of wrong.
Which had circled it too long;
Not for slightful language spoken,
But the deep, deep sense of wrong.
Love, when cold neglect assails it,
When 'tis too severely tried,
Struggles long; yet what avails it?
It must yield at length to pride.
When 'tis too severely tried,
Struggles long; yet what avails it?
It must yield at length to pride.
In my bosom's fond romancing
How I formed thee bright and pure,
Each fond vow my love enhancing,
Breathed, alas! but to allure.
How I formed thee bright and pure,
Each fond vow my love enhancing,
Breathed, alas! but to allure.
