A LAST AVOWAL
Dear friend, although our youth is over,
E'en now it may your pity move
That you, who never were my lover,
I yet was wretch enough to love.
E'en now it may your pity move
That you, who never were my lover,
I yet was wretch enough to love.
Yes, look me in the face, dear friend—
Hear calmly what I have to say;
The long despair is at an end,
And yet this is a solemn day.
Hear calmly what I have to say;
The long despair is at an end,
And yet this is a solemn day.
This is the day when first we met—
A dreamer I, like other girls;
Oh need I ask if you forget
My rosy cheeks and shining curls?
A dreamer I, like other girls;
Oh need I ask if you forget
My rosy cheeks and shining curls?
But you, you are almost the same
As when I gazed upon you then;
I smile, and yet I blush with shame
To act my madness o'er again.
As when I gazed upon you then;
I smile, and yet I blush with shame
To act my madness o'er again.
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