LA COQUETTE.
You look at me with tender eyes,
That, had you worn a month ago,
Had slain me with divine surprise:—
But now I do not see them glow.
That, had you worn a month ago,
Had slain me with divine surprise:—
But now I do not see them glow.
I laugh to hear your laughter take
A softer thrill, a doubtful tone,—
I know you do it for my sake.
You rob the nest whose bird is flown.
A softer thrill, a doubtful tone,—
I know you do it for my sake.
You rob the nest whose bird is flown.
Not twice a fool, if twice a child!
I know you now, and care no more
For any lie you may have smiled,
Than that starved beggar at your door.
I know you now, and care no more
For any lie you may have smiled,
Than that starved beggar at your door.
He has the remnants of your feast;
You offer me your wasted heart!
He may enact the welcome guest;
I shake the dust off and depart.
You offer me your wasted heart!
He may enact the welcome guest;
I shake the dust off and depart.
